My mother was the ultimate list maker. On Saturday mornings, with her extra cup of coffee and a stenographer’s pad (spiral at the top), she made THE LIST. We all were all to keep working until it was done. It wasn’t a big list, but it did get the work done quickly so the afternoon could be spent doing what we wanted: watching television, reading, doing homework, or ironing.
While economic conditions in the domestic oil and gas industry have improved since February, many executives have decided to move cautiously into the last half of 2016.
Crude oil prices have increased from $27 in February to almost $50 today and natural gas is up from $2 per thousand cubic feet (mcf) to roughly $2.75 on the NYMEX for 30-day delivery.
It reads like fiction, but it’s presented as “a true story of Texas vengeance.”
Real or imagined, the tale’s illustrative of life -- and violent death -- during Reconstruction, a period of continuing incivility following the decidedly uncivil Civil War. The story, according to a 1952 telling by writer Ross Phares, was handed down by old-timers in Bastrop County. It involved two men -- John Long and Gabriel Morrow.
There are two places in our town to do Water Aerobics. One is free, but it’s done outside in the sun at the city pool. The other costs, but is done inside the Wellness center at the hospital. I have to take medicine which causes problems when I get too much sun, so I’m relegated to the shady, fee-based exercise.
Both of these programs are great exercise, especially for those elderly among us who can’t do the weight-bearing exercises like Zumba. People who do Zumba will someday wish they’d been a little nicer to their knees.
May artists of the world be tender—brushes poised to capture on canvas their impressions of a troubled world.
For the rest of us, though, perhaps the closest we can come to artistry is to spin life’s color wheel, praying its arrow will land on blue, remaining there for a while.
Our country has endured such heartbreak this week.
We’ve seen more violence, more protests, more grieving.
Dignitaries spoke in Dallas.
The dead have been honored. We are still in a state of shock and mourning.
Now we are faced with the task of healing. How do we fix things when so much is broken?
The events of July 5 through July 7 have had some unexpected repercussions.
The old man sat leaning back in a wooden chair on the porch of his farm house, sleeping off Sunday dinner -- the meal later generations of Texans would call lunch.
It is with deep sorrow I learn of the sudden tragic passing of Robert Perry. Robert Perry had a distinguished law enforcement career as a jailer, deputy and former sheriff elected by the voters of Jack County.
He had a strong abiding, determined love for his talented wife, Lisa, and his two daughters and a shining pride in their accomplishments.
Robert was a courageous, blunt “can-do” person, but as he often acknowledged, unsuited to be a politician as he despised “political correctness” and “weasel words”.
The massive release of new regulations on the nation’s oil and gas producers has caught the attention of state and national elected officials, and they have stepped up their questioning of federal bureaucrats.
The U.S. House Energy and Commerce Committee called Environmental Protection Agency Assistant Administrator Janet McCabe to testify on July 6 regarding the regulations under the Clean Power Plan.
Our bodies change. Our houses change. We trade cars. We move to another house or even to another town. Change is inevitable, but sometimes when we look back on some of our decisions in life, we wonder “What was I thinking?”
