Ring Ring Ring

Hello this is Joseph Smith with Medicare Claims Department. Is the Ronald? No, this is Frank his Son. Can I speak to Ronald? No. We are having his funeral on Sunday. Will you be able to come? Did Ronald die? Yes Sir, that’s why we are burying him on Sunday. I’m sorry. That’s okay. Can you get us some death benefits, to help pay for the funeral expenses? A, a, a, that’s not in my department. We are going to miss him, he was such a great man. If you need to get ahold of me, I’m going to keep … Continue reading Ring Ring Ring

Ring A Ling Ding

Mr. Lewis this is the GM Warranty Department. Me in my regular voice: Hello GMW Man: I see your warranty on your 2018 GMC has expired. I can offer………… Me in a distress voice: I don’t have it any longer. GMW Man: Well thank you. Me in a crying voice: Don’t hang up. Can you help me. They took my pickup away from me and sold it. GMW Man: Why did they do that, Mr. Lewis. Me in a crying voice: They said I can’t drive any more. GMW Man: Hopefully you’ll get it back: Me now in an crying … Continue reading Ring A Ling Ding

The Story Of The Beagles

I have a long love affair with Beagles. A lot of people will find umbrage with me claiming to love dogs, but never having an inside dog. That just speaks to different peoples tastes in pets and how much they want to be one with them. I’m fine with a dog having a nice comfy bed in the garage and waiting for me to come outside and go for a walk. But if someone wants to share their human bed with a dog, that’s you own business. What a man or woman does in their bedroom is up to them. … Continue reading The Story Of The Beagles

Call Me Clueless

Let tell you something that I even find hard to believe and I was at the center of it. A few years back my wife and a couple of my sons were talking about The Eagles. I simply had no idea who or what they were talking about. It was like “you’ve got to be kidding, you don’t know who The Eagles are ?”. I could honestly say that I had never heard of The Eagles. After them explaining to me that they were one of the most popular bands of the 70s and again in the 90s I went … Continue reading Call Me Clueless

There is a Fine Line Between Knowing a Lot and Being a Know-It-All

I often have people people asked me how I know so much. Well……actually I think what they mean is why are you such a know-it-all. Let me try to explain a little about that. When I was a small boy, I was the one hanging around under the feet of the adults listening to everything they dare say within earshot of me. Yes, I was that annoying kid. I’d be asking another question before they had time to answer the one before. As I got older, and as a teenager I was allowed to go my own way without much … Continue reading There is a Fine Line Between Knowing a Lot and Being a Know-It-All

I Was Always The Tag Along Little Brother

Kenny and his friends always had something going on, which would have them loaded up going some place or the other. This incident I’m fixin to tell you about was most likely after football practice. A full carload were jammed in, with me being in the back seat, on the passengers side next to the door. I was probably a Freshman in high school with most of them being a couple of years older. I always ended up being picked on constantly, which could have been caused by my own habit of picking on all of them. We had been … Continue reading I Was Always The Tag Along Little Brother

The “55” Chevrolet 3/4 Ton Pickup With Sideboards

Cecil picked up this slightly used Texas Highway Department Pickup at a sale somewhere. That was along about 1961, so the old truck had a lot of good left it it. It was Highway Department Yellow, with the state emblem sanded off of each front door, making it not very attractive. To class it up a bit he had a fellow paint it for him. Cec never did have much of an eye for colors so he went and picked out a color I’d never seen a vehicle painted before or since. I guess it would be something between a … Continue reading The “55” Chevrolet 3/4 Ton Pickup With Sideboards

Our Dancing Pumps

My brother and I, growing up in a big rock pile in the late 50s and 60s, out on Spicewood Springs Rd, were very hard on shoes and cowboy boots. We could go through a pair of black hightop Keds in a few weeks. We always got black ones, because the white ones sure wouldn’t stand the test of time. I’d be off in a mud hole the first day. We had cowboy boots, mostly of the pointy toe variety. Round toe boots didn’t make a real entry until later in the 60s, it seems. But the leather soles on … Continue reading Our Dancing Pumps

Our Life Amongst The Oak Trees

I guess you could say I have a love-hate relationship with Live Oaks. There must be a hundred trees in this yard. Okay maybe that’s a slight exaggeration. But there must be fifty. Okay, I’m willing to lower that to thirty, just for the sake of not having to count them at this point in time. You know that there are always leaves aplenty to get rid of once March rolls around. You know once get the leaves are up and gone and then the blooms start falling. The blooms are far worse than leaves. They are all over everything … Continue reading Our Life Amongst The Oak Trees