Recurring Dreams

I think at 73 years of age, I have finally left a couple of recurring dreams behind. I had these dreams until sometime in the past 10 or 15 years. The first was driving in a car at a high rate of speed between home and town. Home was at Smithwick and town was Marble Falls. Everything would be fine as the car would float along because a turn or dip caused you to let off the gas, but when you topped out at Winn Hill, there was a long curve and a mostly straight stretch down through Mesquite Flats … Continue reading Recurring Dreams

I received a message from a FB Friend with several Honor Flight Austin clips in it.

I was in DC back when the Obama shutdown happened. It was the second one during his term, in October 2013. I attended a rally at the Mall in front of the Capitol Building. The shutdown had been going on for a few days. Garbage collection wasn’t happening, therefore the grounds were strewn with trash. I joined a large bunch of others and we started to walk along picking up litter. Someone had anticipated what would happen when a bunch of patriots saw the condition of the grounds and had boxes of trash bags at the ready. We went along … Continue reading I received a message from a FB Friend with several Honor Flight Austin clips in it.

Airport Ramada Inn San Antonio, Texas Nov. 6, 1971

My wife and I married in Marble Falls at 3:00 PM and had what was a fairly short reception. I’m not sure what happened to the time that day, but we hit San Antonio well after dark. We pulled that 1967 Chevrolet Caprice Automobile into this place out by the Airport, like we had good sense. I went inside while the bride stayed in the car and told them we needed the nicest room they had. The feller at the counter said we are pretty full tonight and our Wedding Suites are booked. He said, “You didn’t make a reservation?”. … Continue reading Airport Ramada Inn San Antonio, Texas Nov. 6, 1971

The Pipes With The Broken Bells

I hope I can explain this without it become too technical and going right over your head. But I saw a segment on How It’s Made (it was the next one after watching sanitary napkins being made) about making reinforced concrete pipes. I videoed the TV screen for a short while to give you some idea of what this little story is all about. That clip will be at the bottom of the page. I had a project for the City of Austin one time that was running a 48” wastewater line right beside and back and forth across Onion … Continue reading The Pipes With The Broken Bells

You People Don’t Be Ruffling My Feathers

(This post was originally written about 5 years ago, right when COVID 19 was getting underway and causing most of us to completely recalibrate our lives. We all had time to sit and think, figure out what was really happening) I often drive down the road and see someone working on their road and I know they aren’t an accomplished road builder. They are there trying to improve things a little and hoping to make a difference. Sometimes I wonder if they’ll actually be able to get up and down it by the time they are done. I don’t stop … Continue reading You People Don’t Be Ruffling My Feathers

It wasn’t my intention to be rude.

I went in a restaurant, to have coffee and a light breakfast this morning and catch up on some emails I needed to answer. Shortly after sitting down a fellow came in and they seated him facing me in the next booth. Immediately he started talking to me. Mostly nonsense. Trying to be polite, I engaged with him for a couple of minutes. I could tell it was a conversation that was going nowhere. After a bit, he noticed that I was no longer responding to him, his voice level lowered. But he continued will a nonstop dialogue with himself. … Continue reading It wasn’t my intention to be rude.

The Story Of Dennis Rodman – Or A Part Of It – incomplete

This story was originally on here in June, 2018. I haven’t followed Dennis R. closely, but have been fascinated by his antics throughout the years. Somewhere between being a very good basketball player, to a weirdo, to the guy that went traipsing over to visit Kim Jong-Un in North Korea, his life has been very colorful. I knew he was connected to a once big excavating company headquartered in the DFW area, but had operations in Austin and San Antonio before going bankrupt almost a decade ago. As I was driving along this morning, a Sunday morning, which isn’t my … Continue reading The Story Of Dennis Rodman – Or A Part Of It – incomplete