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

Johnson Sewell Ford in Marble Falls – A Dealership with a Big Heart. ❤️

Below is a comment I left in the comments section of a couple of internet sites. I dealt with this dealership on behalf of an elderly lady about two decades ago. The lady was my great aunt, a sister of … Continue reading Johnson Sewell Ford in Marble Falls – A Dealership with a Big Heart. ❤️

Eating at Jim’s Coffee Shop

It’s been a long running thing between my older two granddaughters, Holly and Emma and me about where to eat breakfast. Anytime I would bring up about going to Jim’s they’d throw a wall-eyed fit about not wanting to go there. They’d say it’s an old people’s place to eat and things like “We hate that place, the food is awful”. I would reassure them that yes it may be a little dated, but the food was still good. But rather than listen to a bunching of whining we’d usually go elsewhere. Not long ago it came up about going … Continue reading Eating at Jim’s Coffee Shop

It’s been 1 year

Everything changed one year ago. I could no longer write stories about Kenny Lewis, in my most honest voice unless they were telling about his finer virtues. No more poking fun at him, where he would need to defend himself. Not that he would ever join us here on Facebook. But he had surrogates, that kept in informed. Then he would always set the record straight through them, mostly his son Kody. Over the past year I have retold a few stories about things that involved Kenny, but it’s never been the same. Very little is the same. There are … Continue reading It’s been 1 year

The Smashed Finger

It was a cold February morning in 1971. My dad had leased a truck out to a San Antonio Trucking Company with me driving it. I spend all week living in a small rundown motel that set along I-10 on the east side of San Antonio. The trucking yard was just down the frontage road. Most of the time I hauled equipment around San Antonio, but one afternoon I was dispatched to a steel company on north I-35 to load steel beams to go to Houston. I got loaded and parked the truck in the yard for the night. I … Continue reading The Smashed Finger