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My Wandering Horse

This story originally appeared in the November 2009 issue of Texas Coop Power Magazine. https://www.texascooppower.com/texas-stories/people/my-wandering-horse In 1998, I moved from north to south Texas, which was somewhat like moving out of the country. I didn’t know many people, and I tried to avoid most of the ones I knew. When I wasn’t at work or … Continue reading

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

Life in an Old Hotel

It’s been eight months since we moved into a one-hundred-year-old hotel. Eight months of meeting new people, and eight months of hard work. My wife and I both have our day jobs, so the cleaning and hosting and fixing happens during our time off. We make quite the team. Though I’m involved in the normal business … Continue reading

The Highest Kite

When it came to ridiculous schemes, Ryan and I were brilliant. We decided that we’d break the world record for the highest kite ever flown, so we rode our bicycles to Mott’s Five and Dime, and then to David’s Supermarket, to buy every roll of kite string that either business had. We then took our … Continue reading

Cool Kid, Part One of Many

Nike high-tops were all the rage in fourth grade. Boys did not lace them to the top, but instead tucked the tops in their jeans and left the tongues sticking out in front. I told mama I wanted some of the shoes with the big tongues that stuck up. We drove all over looking for … Continue reading

Three Weeks in Zambia, Part Three

Part One Part Two Part Three: Out of Africa Over the next two weeks or so, the cycle continued. A long, hot, dusty journey through rural Africa to another remote village where hundreds of people waited to be cured of ailments, illnesses, or injuries. The days were hot, and the nights were cold. I worked … Continue reading

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