As previously discussed, we have acquired two kittens who are now about six months old. Tater and Tot are brothers in arms, or I suppose paws. Tater is the larger sibling, far more gregarious and mischievous. I named the water spray bottle “The Taterator” in his honor, since he is often on the receiving end for landing in places he should not be — such as the kitchen counter. Tot is smaller, fluffier and considerably more cautious.
We let the kitties go outside when we are home, always with an ear tuned to caterwauling. There are at least two mean — and full-sized — tomcats in the neighborhood....
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Today, Feb. 17, is my wife’s birthday, aka the Beautiful Mystery Companion. She acquired that title from my mangling of a Jackson Browne song that contains the line, “My stunning mystery companion.” I think “beautiful” works better, though Mr. Browne likely would disagree.
I am likely fonder of her birthday than she is. Here is why. Nine years ago, she reached a certain age on this date. I decline to say exactly what age, out of a strong sense of survival. Never guess a woman’s age or ask when the baby is due, unless you know for certain she is pregnant. I have made both mistakes.
Anyway,...
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My Beautiful Mystery Companion and I plan to plant a vegetable garden this year on a plot nearby that gets plenty of sunshine. Our own yard is filled with trees that make it impossible to grow even tomato plants. We have tried twice. But this plot will be perfect.
We are not planting the vegetables that now can be planted below the surface, such as onions, carrots and potatoes. We have opted for only above-ground plants — tomatoes, peppers, corn, okra, purple-hull peas and squash. That gives me a few weeks to buy some organic fertilizer and rent a tiller to break up the soil. Then it is off to the feed...
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I was talking to a fellow the other day who retired from the Made-Rite Company, which has been a sponsor of the Great Texas Balloon Race since its inception. That reminded me of the nearly two years I spent working at the soft-drink plant on Industrial Boulevard.
I finished my last semester at Longview High School by correspondence course so I could work full-time at Made-Rite and save money for college. I took night courses at Kilgore College in order to continue working full-time — newly married and on our own financially. That is the way I wanted it.
In 1973, Made-Rite still bottled...
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In coming days, landscape crews will descend upon this city and many others throughout Texas and the South, loppers in hand. The annual mutilation of crape myrtles will commence. When they have finished, assisted by well-meaning but deluded homeowners who think this is necessary, these lovely trees — they are trees — will be chopped down to ugly nubs. Eventually, summer blooms will disguise the nubs, but it is still mutilation. Arborists go so far as to call it “crape murder.”
Crape myrtles have boomed in popularity because they thrive in summer heat and bloom for months. They line...
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I bought a new iPhone on New Year’s Eve, after months of pondering whether I wanted to A) spend the money and B) deal with the inevitable pain of swapping out what is, in essence, my brain’s external hard drive. My actual brain’s disk is full, so without a smart phone I would be, well, even dumber than I am. The tipping point was that my four-year-old phone would not run the software for the drone I received for Christmas. More on that later. I’m still sussing through exactly how to fly this drone and use it to take photos and make videos.
Anyway, a phone upgrade required sacrificing...
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One of my favorite workout T-shirts says: BOSTON WICKED STRONG. I bought it in Copley Square on Boylston Street, the year after two pressure-cooker bombs went off in 2013 near the finish line of the Boston Marathon, just up the street from the square. The slogan (“wicked” is Bostonese for very) became the city’s rallying cry after that horrific event, which killed three people and injured more than 260 others. I remember watching on television, enveloped in a great sadness. I know and love this part of Boston intimately after a few dozen visits over the years. We return nearly every summer...
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I drive through downtown Longview most every weekday, headed to my day job on the south side. I almost always get stopped at the light at the intersection of High and Cotton streets either coming or going to work, sometimes both. On the northeast corner is a city-owned parking lot where the popular Farmer’s Market is held during late spring and summer. On that site once stood the scariest business establishments I encountered as a kid: Kelly Plow Company. In the late 1960s, when I began selling newspapers downtown at 13, one of my stops was this factory, built in 1907.
Kelly Plow came into...
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I was not able to pay my final respects to Eddie Overhultz, who died on Christmas Eve at 71. Holiday plans had already been made, and his passing caught me by surprise. We had largely lost touch since I moved to Longview nine years ago. That is my fault. We talked by phone a few years ago, and I kept promising to come visit him in Nacogdoches, but that did not come to pass. So I thought I would present this modest appreciation of a man who was a close friend for about 15 years and tell a few stories I hope will make those who knew Eddie — and those who didn’t — smile.
Eddie came to Nacogdoches...
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And suddenly it is Christmas, another year nearly in the books. They come around quickly now that I have reached a certain age.
Dec. 25 will cap a Yule season that — in the retail world — began in mid-October. It seems as if every store I entered had Christmas decorations up next to the jack o’ lanterns. I hate to be grinchy, but could we at least hold off on Christmas until after the kids are finished trick or treating?
While I am being curmudgeonly, I am strongly opposed to retail stores opening on Thanksgiving Day, a trend that expanded this year to include most Big Box stores....
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