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

Never A Broken Bone

This wasn’t a telephone solicitor but it was someone that kept calling me. Hey folks, can we make this about me for just one minute. I’ve told about everything that has ever happened in my life. Almost. Every near miss. Miraculously I’ve never had a broken bone. In my story about going for the Army draft physical I told about crushing my foot. There we no bone fractures. The bones had what Dr. Allen called radial cracks, I think. There were bones that had longitudinal cracks but nothing fractured, if that makes sense. He bandaged my foot but no cast. … Continue reading Never A Broken Bone

It’s All About The Phrasing

I signed a copy of my wonderful book and handed to the lady. I didn’t really know her, but after talking to her I figured she may enjoy some of the stories. And I said “It’s a good bathroom book. Perhaps enjoy a story or two while you do your business. Maybe not so much if you’re constipated. You may absorb too much information for your own good”. Thankfully I don’t remember who this nice lady was. With any luck maybe we’ll never cross paths again. A fellow needs to watch how they phase things. Sometimes I talk too much. Continue reading It’s All About The Phrasing

I was driving down the road, headed to a doctors appointment, minding my own business.

The phone rang. Being one to comply with laws and to look out for the safety of others, I carefully took note of my surroundings. I wasn’t in a school zone and traffic was fairly light, being after the big rush of everyone to getting to work and the kids to school, it seemed the coast was clear for me to take this call from a number I didn’t recognize. “Hello this is Douglas West with Medicare. Is this Ronald Lewis” (said in a oriental accent that always sounds more like Ruan’ald Wuwis). “No it’s not. I’m his son, Montel … Continue reading I was driving down the road, headed to a doctors appointment, minding my own business.

The Unsuspecting Fellow Called:

“Mr. Lewis, this is Sam Jones calling from Medicare”. (said with a middle eastern accent) He told me he is authorized to send me a heart monitor, free of charge from Medicare. “Hold on young man, I’m here at the Austin Heart Hospital, where they are getting ready to put me in a new heart, you know a heart transplant. You know what that is?” (all said in the most poorly sickly sounding voice I could muster) He said he did know. So I told him to hold while I got the nurse to come talk to him. He acted … Continue reading The Unsuspecting Fellow Called:

I Feel Like My Life Is One Big Bundle Of Surprises

Yes I’m always surprised at what pops up around every corner, or so it seems. Some of those unexpected “surprises” are not good but most of the time they are something to enjoy. Having this forum I get to share much of this, the good and the bad with many of my friends. I would love to tell you something that happened a couple of days ago. It involves one person that many in Marble Falls knows and that I’ve call a friend for well over a half century, probably around 55 years. This fellow is a few years older … Continue reading I Feel Like My Life Is One Big Bundle Of Surprises