Monthly Archives: January 2011

Everyone should be a grandparent before becoming a parent. Took my oldest granddaughter to dinner last night—just the two of us—and learned a lot. Like what she wants to be when she grows up: A middle school art teacher. “Because … Continue reading →

For the first 218 days of this blog (September 2, 2009-April 12, 2010) I wrote something every day. Every day. No longer. The first time (April 13) I missed on purpose. Needed to reign in my obsessive compulsiveness. But now? … Continue reading →

10—Buns over Texas Where else do you hear “Mike, your buns are up.” 9—Huds The only fast food burger on my list: greasy and great.  8—Logans’ Peanuts on the tables and a one-half pound, flame-broiled patty to die for.  7—English … Continue reading →

Never buy a trick mule over the phone. Was finishing a conversation with a horse buyer—I needed a couple of saddle horses for summer camp—when the buyer asked if I wanted a mule. “And why would I need a mule?” … Continue reading →

Charlotte and I once owned the largest donkey herd in the Texas Panhandle. Yep, donkey. That ancient beast of burden known for pulling carts in the Middle East or packing supplies for mining prospectors in the Old West. We bought … Continue reading →