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The Tow-Head Gang

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A rare photo of the little known Tow-Head Gang in the early years. The gang was last seen looking out the back window of a red and white ’57 Ford Fairlane, as it sped west on a rural Texas Panhandle road. Rumor has it they settled in Buckeye, Arizona where they lived a quiet–though somewhat tumultuous–life before dispersing sometime in the late ’60s. You can read more about them in the book, “Just A Boy”, written by the surly, yet loveable, leader of the group, Charles. He’s the bad-looking hombre on the right.

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His Story is History

pd12 - quoteThanks to the Internet, we are—as much as we allow it to be so—barraged with “historical” facts. But! It has occurred to me—not for the first time—that history is an ever changing account of the facts as someone knows them and tells them. The simple fact is, history is merely which, or whose, story a person chooses to believe.

(I was going to say more about this subject but… historically, it has been shown that people only read the title and first paragraph of an article. The rest, they say, is history, which is said to repeat itself, which—studies say—is quite impossible and generally only confuses the facts.)

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I Coulda Had A Rice Cake!

With my morning coffee, I almost always have a toasted English muffin with lots of my homemade jam on it. But, that’s not always possible when we’re traveling. Some hotels offer a “free” breakfast (I think the free refers to how it tastes), which in most cases is exactly what they’re worth. Anyway, I’ll sometimes go down early, toast a couple of English muffins, and take them back to the room. (Yes, I DO carry my homemade jam with us when we travel.)

I coulda had a rice cake!

I coulda had a rice cake!

Well, this morning: they didn’t have any English muffins, but they had thin sliced bagels, and I thought that’d be okay. Wrong! My cherry jam couldn’t give those suckers any flavor! After a couple bites, I said to myself, “Crap! I coulda had a rice cake!”

 

The amazing thing is, here’s the list I could’ve chosen from: Homemade yellow cake with fudge icing, homemade cinnamon/apple/raisin/walnut bread, homemade almond joy cookies, red velvet cake, and white chocolate/raspberry cake.

             DOH!

DOH!

Hey! It’s Sherry’s birthday; I brought the cookies and bread. The Lone Star chapter of the TMCA provided the rest.

I just wanted something sweet with my coffee.

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Amarillo By Mornin’

Amarillo quoteWhile on my morning 3.5 mile stroll, I stopped for a moment to marvel at this view, then took a picture of it. It brought to mind a story I wrote some years ago about a bus ride I took from Phoenix to Amarillo when I was a youngster. If you’d like to read the story, click on the title below. If not, have a great weekend and enjoy the view wherever you are!

Amarillo By Mornin’

 

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Well, Blow Me Down!

Almost anywhere you live there is something challenging about the weather. Some places are brutally cold in winter, others are scorching hot in the summer, some are prone to flooding, and still others are constantly on the lookout for hurricanes when they’re in season. But tornado alley takes the prize. For the life of me, I don’t know why people live there, and I think a lot of folks in Oklahoma City will agree with me on that these days. The Texas panhandle is at the lower end of tornado alley. I was born there, but ain’t no way I’m going back. Read the rest of this entry »

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Panhandle Wind

Funny how things work out; I wrote a rough draft of this poem a couple days ago, while commenting on a fellow Texas poet’s poem. Then, here she is, Ms. Gay Reiser Cannon, hosting dVerse Poets Pub’s FormForAll, and daring us to do some “Triversen”, or some such. Mine probably fits the some such category, but I think y’all will enjoy it. Read the rest of this entry »

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