The Elk River Canoe Trip
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My granddad called the Elk River the Cowskin River, so I was pleasantly surprised to find out the Elk River the Mickey Mouse Gang had planned a canoe trip down was the same river I had fished in as a boy with my granddad on my trips to Sulphur Springs, Arkansas. Here’s the story. (Please note the people in the photos used in the text are not of the Mickey Mouse Gang. They are for illustrative purposes only.) Continue reading
The Wild Bunch
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In about 1972, Phillips hired a bunch of graduate engineers that we eventually named the wild bunch because of the wild and crazy things they did. Only one of the four lasted more than three years before they were fired. Here’s some of the stuff they did. Continue reading
Silly Billy
Sometimes when I’m in the privacy of my own home or with some of my close friends, I have these things I say in front of the mirror that everyone laughs at me for saying. I never could understand what they were laughing at as I was serious. I’m letting it all hang out in this story so don’t laugh. Continue reading
My High School Tire Guy
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During my high school years, I did what I could to make money on old tires and save money on tires I bought for the old cars I owned. This story is about the guy I dealt with for tires.
Wedding Days
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Weddings are pretty special events that should receive some notice in my blog. Here’s a few words about the three weddings in our family.
Birthdays
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The birth days of my daughters were pretty special, but things weren’t as straight forward as I had hoped they would be. Here’s the story. Continue reading
The Fence 2014
I guess I’ve always had problems with fences as evidenced by my earlier ordeal with a fence in the 1950s (see earlier blog The Fence). Here’s the 2014 fence story. Continue reading
Briefs
Sometimes there are some very brief moments in our lives that make a big enough impact that they are embedded way down in the depths of our brain. Here are a few of mine. Continue reading
Easter Pets
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Giving children live Easter pets seems like a harmless thing to do,
but my experiences with them when I was a child tell a different story. Here’s my story. Continue reading
The Blizzard
Shortly after my 14th birthday, on March 22 through 25, 1957, one of the worst snow blizzard storms in Texas Panhandle history hit us while we were living at 13 Stark Street in Phillips, Texas. Here’s the story. Continue reading