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Tanked In Texas

In a story yesterday, “Dan Was Here!”, I showed a picture of tiny Peach Creek just south of College Station, Texas. A bit further down from where the creek runs under Highway 6, the creek feeds into what’s known in Texas (other places too, I’m sure) as a “tank”. Read the rest of this entry »

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Dan Was Here!

As I was walking this morning, I came to the bridge that spans Peach Creek, and I decided I’d take a couple of photos and share them and this story with you. I’m thinking my old pal, Dan Findley, might have spent some time in Texas.

Peach Creek Bridge - Hwy 6, south of College Station, TX

Peach Creek Bridge – Hwy 6, south of College Station, TX

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Anywhere Ah Wonts To

The first construction project I ever worked on was a Sears store in Sacramento, California. It was a big job, and I was one of a dozen or so laborers on the project. Our foreman was this huge Jamaican guy named Bethel Lee. He was at least six and a half feet tall, and weighed probably three-fifty; one of those gentle giants, though; a really nice guy and everyone liked him. But when he got angry, he could look ferocious and intimidating. Read the rest of this entry »

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Miracle Invention!

In my story, Mooooooo, I told y’all about the time I drove down into the dry wash in Arlington, Arizona—doing about 75—and there was a herd of cows in the road. Well, a few years later, I was relating that very same story to a friend of mine up in Sacramento, California. Read the rest of this entry »

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