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

The Story of Little Wilson

Wilson was a child born probably in the mid to late sixties. There were siblings I remember hearing, but I’m unsure how they faired in life. Wilson ended up at the Austin State School. A ward of the state. My Granny Ruby worked there for many years in 60s and 70s and maybe even a little in the early 1980s. She took a special interest in Wilson. No one ever came to see him, so she took him under her wing. It was easy to tell that Wilson never really developed physically or mentally, but he had a sweet disposition … Continue reading The Story of Little Wilson

Something Strange Occured As I Watched An Episode of 48 Hours

A couple of nights ago I was going through a bunch of saved television true crime shows I had saved. I title caught my eye, so I clicked on it to read a little about it. It had happened in Austin. The name of the episode was The Shootout at the Shaughnessys’. The story took place back in 2018, but I had no recollection of it ever happening. It was about a Jewelry Store and a couple that owned it. I watched a few minutes and a scene flashed up showing the front of the store. Then soon thereafter it … Continue reading Something Strange Occured As I Watched An Episode of 48 Hours

The Race Was On

This is a story of one of the greatest car races ever held in Smithwick. His name was Curtis Brown Parker. Brown Parker was how he was known. Brown was the person my Dad looked up to more, maybe than anyone else. Brown was several years older that Cecil Lewis. I believe that Brown help him become a man in more ways than one in his early days in Smithwick, Texas. However in the 1940s Brown and Eula moved to California, the same as a lot of people did during that period of time. Eula was one of the Turkey … Continue reading The Race Was On

The Queen Isabella Causeway Bridge Collapse

Four days after the horrific 9/11 attacks on this nation, Madeline and I decided to go to South Padre for a few days. I don’t remember if it was planned a way ahead of time or we, like so many, others just needed to go somewhere to reflect on what had just happened. We owned a condo on the beach side, at about the mid point of the island at that time. We found so much serenity in going there, watching the sunrises and mostly enjoyed sitting and reading and hearing the waves constantly rolling in. We had left late … Continue reading The Queen Isabella Causeway Bridge Collapse

Making Money At Black Jack (well not exactly)

UPDATE: This is a post from a couple of weeks ago. My son Jason questioned me about it. We even set down and simulated it at the kitchen table. A little while later he sent me a text with the following link. Seems that when I first thought about it, I was a couple of centuries too late. It even has name, The Martindale System – named that in 1939. Oh well, I should have looked it up on Wikipedia back in the 80s. Wait, we didn’t have such a thing, now did we. https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Martingale_(probability_theory) I was sitting around one … Continue reading Making Money At Black Jack (well not exactly)

Always holding out hope that families can come together

This is the time of year when you want to see things come together. It’s painful standing by watching people have their differences, especially when it’s within a family. I always think about how when these situations play out with neither side wanting to budge and many times it’s gone on so long that people don’t even know what originally happened that got them where they are. Life is not perfect and people make mistakes. To me it’s about carrying things too far. Everyone needs to get over themselves at some point. Following is a story that I have been … Continue reading Always holding out hope that families can come together

The Baby Left In A Basket By The Door

This is a story I will tell from the bits and pieces I’ve gathered up from various sources, including accounts on the internet. It seems there was a Jones family that lived in Oklahoma. W.W. and Mandy Jones were both born in 1874 so they probably had been married for a while by 1914. On the morning of June 1, 1914, they found a newborn baby girl at their door. They took that baby and raised her as their own. This baby was named Laura Mae. Most likely the Jones Family was driven out of Oklahoma by drought and the … Continue reading The Baby Left In A Basket By The Door

THE OLD FACTORY BUILDING in Marble Falls, Texas

I grew up in Marble Falls in the 60s.We always referred to the old building on the north side of the river as “The Factory“. During my high school years (1966-1970) it was a burned out shell of a building where kids would go exploring. Then in 1971 it was torn down, only leaving a concrete slab for more than the next 25 years. These most of the views are as you enter Marble Falls from the south, as you come down the hill, looking across to the old section of the town. Now two restaurants and a hotel occupy … Continue reading THE OLD FACTORY BUILDING in Marble Falls, Texas

Flying Low

In the early part of 1978 Nelson Lewis and I came to an understanding that we would be best served to sever ties and go our seperate ways. We had formed Lewis Contractors in August of 1973. In March of 78, I was strung out between a project finishing up in Houston and another one in the later stages of completion in Crystal City, Texas. Kenny had been out of the Army for a couple of years and had joined us. He was doing a project in Kempner, Texas. There had been a storm brewing between Nelson and me, (all … Continue reading Flying Low