It Took Me Weeks To Figure Out Why She Was Upset.

Not long after we married in 1971, I came home with Madeline a brand new 1972 Dodge Demon automobile. It was an absolute beauty. White with a White Pearlescent Vinyl Top and Snowy White Interior. Very sporty but not in a hot rod sort of way. More in a very hot, young chick sort of way. That baby had all the beauty and innocents that my new wife had. My Dad had gone with me to Austin’s Dependable Dodge on I-35 between St. John’s & US 183, to buy it. I needed him to drive my pickup back. What better … Continue reading It Took Me Weeks To Figure Out Why She Was Upset.

The Making Of A Short Documentary

This is a Post that I made on this date February 7, 2018. We are six years and a million miles from here now. Several years ago my grandson Nathan came to me and ask for help with a school project. Nathan graduated last year and this happened when he was about 9 or 10 so yes, it’s been awhile. He needed to do a report about something historic. Since we owned the old Bertram Drug Store at that time and I’d researched the history of that building, I suggested that be the topic. A short time before that I … Continue reading The Making Of A Short Documentary

Hunting at the Cinco Loma (A fine story by Kenny Lewis – from February 2015)

Back in the 90s we searched various ranches for the best hunts available in South Texas. We had gotten to know Dusty Davis who owned the Cinco Loma Ranch between Batesville and La Pryor. It was not a large ranch (2500 acres), but with high quality deer. This ranch was along Highway 57 on the way to Eagle Pass and surrounded on 3 sides by a large ranch called the West Wind. Larry Martin owned it and was a very successful business man from Houston who had sold his Waste Company for millions of dollars to the nationally known Waste … Continue reading Hunting at the Cinco Loma (A fine story by Kenny Lewis – from February 2015)

Dink – The Final Chapter

Dink could and did extract money from me on several occasions. He had a good deal for me almost every time I saw him. He wanted to see me become rich right along with him. He never did become rich. He didn’t do much for my bottom line either, at least positively. Dink always was a lady’s man. A real charmer. He charmed me as well. But with time we lost touch. By happenstance I ran on to him in a café in north Texas one day in 1991. We visited. He had a deal for me, but I wasn’t … Continue reading Dink – The Final Chapter

OVER THE HUMP

This is a story that was written by Carol Chapman for the February 1995 issue of Texas Monthly. It is a story about Howdy Fowler (yes our own Angora Chronicles Friend – Howdy Fowler aka Tejas Redd) “Howdy told me once that this adventure is the single greatest highlight of his life and to have it captured on the pages of Texas Monthly – Don’t get much better than that”. Now Here Is The Texas Monthly Story: THE REAL REASON THAT camels are called ships of the desert is that riding them can make you seasick, declares cowboy evangelist Howdy … Continue reading OVER THE HUMP

She Was Mawmaw, Then She Became Mawmaw Nonie Before She Was Nonie

No matter what we called her, she was always a seamstress extraordinaire. She made all of Kenny and my shirts in the early years. Even on up to our early teenage years. Just about all of our shirts, at least early in our lives were made alike with the same fabric. I guess she thought it looked cute. When we got a little older, we started asking for specific things. Kenny wanted western cut shirts with pearl snaps and I just wanted something that made me look handsome. Looking through all the photos from Kenny’s service, made me realize that … Continue reading She Was Mawmaw, Then She Became Mawmaw Nonie Before She Was Nonie

The Sideboards

When I ran across the post below about the Bois D’arc tree, it conjured up a memory from more than 60 years ago. We were living down on the creek out of Jollyville. Cec, our dad bought a 3/4 Chevrolet Pickup. It had been a Texas Highway Department truck in its first life. So it was yellow with the huge logo sanded off the doors. Later on he even painted it green. Not a green anyone else on earth would have chosen for a pickup truck. It was something of a mint green, but not a true mint green. It … Continue reading The Sideboards

Ken’s Pearly Whites

Back in the fast and furious years of the late 1970s we had contracts with Lakeway to build a bunch of new streets. Kenny put a huge culvert pipe on a trailer behind his pickup that was needed to go in the middle of a big draw. When he got out to the project, no one else was around so he was going to unchain it and let it roll off the trailer. When he popped the boomer (the levered device below) the end of the handle hit him directly in the mouth with tremendous force. Over the Motorola 2-way … Continue reading Ken’s Pearly Whites

It’s Funny How Things Happen

Last night at Kenny’s viewing at the funeral home a good Ol Boy reminded me something. Let me start from the beginning to tell you the whole story from start to finish. I went out to Lakeway in the late 1970s and bid on a project. When I prepared the bid it came out to somewhere around $325,000. I called my bonding company and told them that the bid was going to exceed the amount I originally told them. At that time they were limiting me to a maximum size job of $300,000. I couldn’t convince them to raise my … Continue reading It’s Funny How Things Happen

Sometimes A Mistake Can End Up Being A Good Thing

I was talking to a fellow, Ray, tonight at Kenny’s visitation at the funeral home. We, being Kenny & I, first met Ray well over 30 years ago. Kenny and Ray became very good friends, just about since they first met. I pretty much traveled in different circles afterwards that didn’t afford me the opportunity to be as closely connected, but I would see Ray occasionally. Ray worked for a very successful apartment builder and developer. Our meeting was on the first project that his company built in Austin. It was a time when I wasn’t very busy and I … Continue reading Sometimes A Mistake Can End Up Being A Good Thing