I guess I’ve neglected to keep y’all apprised of my latest endeavor. It’s 3D Printing. On one of the forums I’ve subscribed to the following post appeared. Why would anyone be asking for people to donate their poop? Luckily I … Continue reading Send In Your Poop
Back when my friend Winfield, the CPA, worked for me we were being courted by one of the big downtown Austin banks. Emory Thompson was the pitch man for The Capitol National Bank that would come by and try to get us bring our business to them. I knew him, his family had owned a big tire business that had sold and he went from being a tire salesman to being a money salesman. We had been doing business with a small local bank in north Austin, aptly named North Austin State Bank. They had done everything I’d ever wanted … Continue reading Capitol National Bank and a Slight Misunderstanding
Today I turn 73 and as I sit on the front porch of our home just outside of Bertram, the morning sun warms my face, and I can’t help but feel grateful. The years have unfolded like the wide-open spaces … Continue reading A Life Built on Love
(Written August 20, 2025) I told you all about getting a device implanted in my back a while back. It’s a spinal cord stimulator. It puts a mild current into the nerves in my lower back and carries down into … Continue reading Testing the Limits
Olin Sylvester had a welding shop on 3rd Street in Marble Falls, just down below the Pool Hall. Olin had remarkable welding skills. Regardless of what we tore up on trucks and machinery, he could stick it back together. He was a hard worker and very steady at his craft. I didn’t know much about about him until it looked it up earlier. His mother was a Kinser. So it appears he had deep roots in Burnet County. I spent a lot of time at that welding shop, taking in pieces, picking them up as well as hanging around waiting … Continue reading Olin Sylvester’s Welding Shop
The year was 1991. I had spent 20 years digging ditches and I thought enough is enough. The economy was in the crapper. The great real estate boom of the 80s was over and all the big water and wastewater lines had been constructed to the far reaches of the city and beyond in Austin. The future didn’t look so swell for our business. I needed a break. I thought it was time for some new scenery, so to speak. I had two groups of employees by that time. The old and the new. It was time for the old … Continue reading The PreCast Concrete Venture That Exposed Me To A Ponzi Scheme
I have a great pair of hands. I’ve got this and I’ll work harder than anyone else on the team. I have great speed and agility. In past years Coach, we haven’t had that one player that can put points on the board. If we aren’t scoring we aren’t winning. I understand that I haven’t played Wide Receiver in past years. But I’ve finally grown into the position. Just give me a shot Coach. I am your man!! I won’t let you down. I could feel that I was reaching Coach, like I’d never done before. Maybe he is desperate, … Continue reading Coach, now here’s the reason I will be your choice for the best pass receiver.
I was the President of a newly formed association that was to benefit the Underground Utilities Industry in the State of Texas. We were associated with the Nation Utility Contractors Association that was commonly known as the as NUCA. When we formed our state chapter in 1985, we adopted the clever acronym TUCA. With Austin being the hub of all things political in Texas we located our office there. I had some vacant office space in my building which was up on a rise overlooking downtown Austin. Back in those days the Capitol Building wasn’t obscured by all the tall … Continue reading My Bald Spot
After eating the big ole hairy steak in Del Rio, Butch crawled back in the sleeper for some much needed rest. He had been on the road for several days straight. We were in his Cabover Kenworth that was powered by a 335 HP Cummins engine that was turn to something like an additional 100 HP. This truck was equipped with 4 x 4 transmission. Meaning it had 2 – 4 speed transmissions. To shift those transmissions you stuck your left arm through the steering wheel and shifted the front transmission while shifting the back one with your right hand. … Continue reading The Rest Of The Trip To California
I was a 17 year old kid, just growing boy. Butch Sayers got me to go with him to Marysville, California to deliver a truck load of Corriente Steers (Mexican Roping Steers). It was just over a year after this that I married Butch’s niece, Madeline and he became Uncle Butch. We left Marble Falls in the middle of the afternoon in Butch’s Kenworth Cabover and arrived in Del Rio at the stockyards after dark. The trip had been sprung on me suddenly and I didn’t have a chance to eat before we left. I mentioned to Butch a couple … Continue reading Eating In Del Rio
Angora Chronicles 