I am writing this on my laptop on the deck, which vibrates gently because of the small generator that has been running nearly nonstop for three days. The only time the generator is not running is when it runs out of gas. When the generator is not running, we have no electricity. One of the fiercest storms I can recall since returning to Longview more than nine years ago swept through Sunday afternoon, just 30 minutes after my oldest daughter, Kasey, arrived for a visit from Florida.
The power went out at the peak of the storm, and we sat in twilight behind the large picture windows in the living...
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I was born here and I'll die here against my will
I know it looks like I'm moving but I'm standing still
Every nerve in my body is so vacant and numb
I can't even remember what it was I came here to get away from
Don't even hear the murmur of a prayer
It's not dark yet, but it's getting there
— “Not Dark Yet,” Sung by Jimmy LaFave, Written by Bob Dylan
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I started reading fake news as a kid, saving the money I earned shoveling snow to buy Mad magazine with its “What Me, Worry?” mascot Alfred E. Neuman. His gap-toothed clueless smile, freckled nose and jug ears in various personas graced most every cover. Inside, the content included the type of satire that appealed to kids who had a bit of knowledge of current affairs.
From there, I graduated to National Lampoon, which contained more sophisticated satire, some of which was indisputably tasteless. The magazine had to apologize for a fake Volkswagen Beetle ad, which played off a real ad claiming...
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We gathered on the grounds of the venerable Boy Scout cabin of Troop 201, at Teague Park in Longview on a gorgeous cool Saturday in early May. Several hundred former Scouts and supporters milled about, preparing to celebrate the troop’s centennial and open a time capsule buried 50 years ago.
As we stood in line to fill up on Bodacious Barbecue and the trimmings, vaguely familiar faces walked by, most wearing name tags. These were men with whom I went camping, on hikes, and spent weeks at Camp Pirtle, run back then by my grandfather. He was field director for the East Texas Area Council. Practically...
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As I previously mentioned, for the first time in nearly three decades I have planted a vegetable garden on a piece of land behind where I hold my day job. Unlike at our house, this garden gets great sunshine, has a water sprinkler easily accessible and was already tilled by another charity next door that has a much larger plot. Its director generously gave me a 12-foot by 12-foot piece.
So on a Sunday afternoon in early April, when it was obvious freezing weather would not return, I headed to the Big Box Store to purchase vegetables. I bought two varieties of tomatoes — Best Boy and cherry...
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I designed and ordered a metal sign this week for Thrive360, the nonprofit at which I spend most days. It is for a building on our campus that will house our after-school program in the fall. Using Adobe InDesign, I created the sign using the same proportions of the sign being replaced. Then I emailed it for a quote and proof to a local sign company. The fellow there will use his computer to create decals to be placed upon a piece of aluminum. Likely, the sign can be completed in an hour or less.
My dad, if he were alive, would be shaking his head. He was a sign painter for 30 years, until...
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Tax Day recently passed. I beat the deadline by a couple weeks. That is because I had money coming back. If I had owed Uncle Sam additional taxes, our return would have gone in on April 18. No sense giving the government part of our hard-earned dough any sooner than necessary. One news story says one-third of taxpayers — 50 million — file on the last day.
Except for a couple of years back in the late 1970s — when I didn’t know better and paid someone to do returns that were laughably simple to fill out — I have always filled out my own returns. Over the years, the tax code has gotten...
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United Airlines has sparked a public relations nightmare with the recent forcible removal of a passenger from a plane in Chicago, a medical doctor who protested being bumped — literally — because he had patients to attend. To make it worse, four passengers lost their seats — three peaceably — to accommodate flying a quartet of United employees who needed to be in Louisville to crew another flight. Surely United could have figured out how to transport its employees without throwing paying customers off the plane.
The passenger ended up being bloodied when two officers dragged him off the plane,...
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Now is the best time to write about my beloved Boston Red Sox. They remain undefeated. Of course, they have only played two games, and today’s game was rained out. So the streak continues. As I do every April, I printed out their schedule and tacked it to the wall in my workspace, so I can keep up. Every morning from now through September, I will go to their website to see how the Sox fared the day before. I am already planning a trip to Houston in mid-June, when they’ll face the Astros. That will also require a stop at City Acre Brewing, owned by my son-in-law and daughter, for a few brews...
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I have been reading “Last Dog on the Hill: The Extraordinary Life of Lou,” by Steve Duno. Lou was a Rottweiler/German Shepherd mix that Duno found as a puppy in the wild in Southern California. A feral litter was roaming the freeway’s hillside as the dad chewed on a deer carcass — likely roadkill. The story is that the feral pack was protecting a marijuana patch. The six-month old puppy, who would become Lou, was the only one in the litter willing to approach Duno and his then-girlfriend. He was covered with fleas and ticks and stunk, of course. They took him to a veterinarian, and then...
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