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Adios, Old Friend. Next Time will be Sooner.

The last time I saw Mitchell was thirteen years ago on his ranch outside Spur, Texas. As I sat waiting to meet him in Whataburger north of San Angelo yesterday, I knew to watch for a white ranch pickup, and I knew he’d be wearing a felt cowboy hat. Those two things never change. When … Continue reading

A Day in the Rain

The sunrise was magnificent this morning.  I doubt I’ve ever used the word, “magnificent.” It’s too pompous, but the best fit for what I saw while driving to work. A giant orange-red ball sitting on the horizon, with reddish purple streaks shot through the surrounding sky.  Yesterday I took my coffee outside hoping to see … Continue reading

The Sidewalk

There’s a large live oak tree out front. I’d say ancient, but I’ve seen pictures of our building from the fifties, and it’s not there. It’s older than me, and it’s taller than our three-story building, but it’s not ancient. Each morning the sidewalk needs swept. Live oaks shed their leaves year-round. Another name for … Continue reading

Life and Death and Beer Cans

A year’s worth of changes happened within the last two months. My family moved. My wife and I started a new business. My mother died on Thanksgiving Day. An old friend died a week later. I now live in an old, historic building full of wonders from the past—a museum of sorts. The concrete underneath … Continue reading

Mondays

Years ago, my dad called to tell me how many Mondays each of us had left to work in our careers. My number was large enough to cause despair. Since he’d started a new career in mid-life, his was smaller, but was still way too many. I always had young parents. They dated at fifteen … Continue reading

On Fixing and Packing and Moving

Moving is hard when you’ve lived in the same home for twelve years. Especially with three kids. My fifteen-year-old remembers our last home, but the thirteen-year-old doesn’t. And Ben, who’s eleven, cried when we told him. All their life’s treasures have accumulated in that one home, and they all need boxed. For weeks I’ve resisted … Continue reading

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