The Man – Goat Head – 2008

This story is one of the more puzzling things I have ever encountered. In about 2010, I pulled up to the Shell Station and dropped someone off that had been riding with me. I was on the side of the building at the back, with a clear view of the backend where the trash dumpster was located. I was just sitting there, reading an email after the other party had left. There was a red Hummer, an H3, drove up. A young man maybe in his early 30s got out and surveilled the area. I suppose he couldn’t tell that … Continue reading The Man – Goat Head – 2008

Brotherly Love Is A Subject I Bring Up Often. (This was from 3 years ago)

Nothing else is like the love of a brother. A brother that can make you so mad that for a moment you will write him off, thinking it’ll be alright if you never speak again. But within minutes all is forgiven, if not forgotten. The sibling that will do battle for you at the drop of a hat is the same person you have fought and argued with more than everyone else in the world combined. I have sons that have this same relationship. Mike and Ron, number 2 & 3, find themselves coming to each others aid and comfort … Continue reading Brotherly Love Is A Subject I Bring Up Often. (This was from 3 years ago)

More Brotherly Love

There are some things that never change. We went in a place to eat lunch in Gatesville a while back. Upon finishing with our chicken fried steaks I pulled out my credit card to pay. When the gal didn’t get back with the check as fast as I wanted her to, I laid my card down on the table and said “get her to run this card while I go to the restroom“. Just trying to speed up things a little. He’d already signed the check when got back to the table. Not every time I pay a $30 bill … Continue reading More Brotherly Love

Brotherly Love

Often when I talk to my brother on the phone, which is usually several times each day, those conversations will drag on longer than they need to. You know, there’s only so much that two people could have to say that hadn’t been covered in the first minute or so. Or something we haven’t said a thousand times before. I have used the following technique many times before, but I was reminded recently how effective it is. All I have to say is “have you ever considered getting on Facebook” ? Instantly I hear a click. It just seems like … Continue reading Brotherly Love

Sometimes I Think Trouble Finds Me, Before It Even Looks For Anyone Else

This adventure started on Saturday morning Jan. 11th, 2014. I received a call from a young man that I’ve known his entire life, but haven’t had much contact with for many years. Johnny, as I’ll call him here, said he was down on his luck and could I give him some work. Being in Corpus Christi, 250 miles from Bertram, I said no I really didn’t have any work. I cut the conversation pretty short. A few minutes later I got a text from Johnny. Would I loan him $300. The answer was “NO”. Telling my wife about the call … Continue reading Sometimes I Think Trouble Finds Me, Before It Even Looks For Anyone Else

The Money Collector

Eddie was our welder for a good number of years. There wasn’t a better welder or a better feller around. Eddie told the story of his brother, also a welder up in Oklahoma, that ran his own shop. He was having a terrible time getting people to pay him for the work he did. Then he heard of a guy that would help him out and was given a business card. He called the number and told the man the problem he was having. He was told to expect a visit. A couple of days later a long black sedan, … Continue reading The Money Collector

Uncovering Coincidences

Leaving Corpus Christi this morning headed home. Saw a sign pointing to Rockport. Caused me to think of something that happened here on The Angora Chronicles once upon a time. It goes like this; There was a discussion about Dr. Woods in Marble Falls and how he delivered me. Someone mentioned that he had a brother that had a medical practice down in Rockport. We put 2 and 2 together and figure out that when Dr. Woods delivered me on Aug. 22, 1952, his bother delivered my wife 200 miles away just four days before on Aug. 18, 1952. Without … Continue reading Uncovering Coincidences

I Love Strawberry Jam

In fact I like strawberry, just about anything. But there were several years that I wouldn’t eat strawberries. What you ask would cause someone to not eat something if they really like it? I was a kid, or I guess a big ole teenage boy would be a better way to describe it. I was in a coffee shop with my ole friend Dink that I’ve wrote about several times. We ordered breakfast and when the waitress set the little paper cup of strawberry jam down, Dink said “you aren’t going to eat that are you”? The conversation went on … Continue reading I Love Strawberry Jam

As I Sit Here Thinking About Coincidences

My many stories of my friend Dink, conjures up yet another story. As I’ve said before, I many times needed to check in on Dink because we had a business deal that wasn’t working out as planned. Since I never knew where he was, there was a network of his friends that I talked to and would report Dink sightings. I had heard that he may be heading to Austin soon, after a jaunt in Alaska or some other far away place. I knew he always stayed at the Colonial Inn in far south Austin when he was in town. … Continue reading As I Sit Here Thinking About Coincidences

I Would Be Considered Dink’s Stalker In Today’s Terms

Back in the days when Dink would come through Austin and borrow money for a venture or a vehicle to drive until his boat would come in, it always kept me needing to contact him. This was during a time he would be headed off to Alaska to mine gold one time and then off to Africa to mine for diamonds the next time. Or another time when he made a little remote controlled oil gobbler that would go out into the water and clean up oil spills. Yes this was different than the containment diaper to strap onto barges … Continue reading I Would Be Considered Dink’s Stalker In Today’s Terms