Doc’s Cafe

Dan was going to pick me up at 7:00 AM but arrived at 6:45.  I was ready.  Coffee mug in hand.  We’d tentatively agreed to meet Lloyd J. to talk about some hay business, but that really wasn’t the reason.  We, like men of a certain age throughout America, and I suspect the rest of the world, were engaging in the timeless ritual of congregating in comfortable spots to sip the morning potion of our choosing, and convincing each other that we knew more than anyone else about the subjects of the day.  Weather, politics, the price of corn, the war in Iraq, the morning’s headlines….nothing too obscure or too important to ignore. This ritual plays itself out in...

The Great Spring Break Road Trip – Part Two

S. decided without much discussion that another morning of birding was out of the question for her.  The downtown shops were a powerful morning attraction, and knowing that we had the afternoon booked for birding at the Fennessey Ranch was the clincher.  S. dropped me at the docks to join Capt. T and his boat the Skimmer about daybreak.  I was lugging all my gear, and he and his first mate were prepping the boat.  In a quiet moment before the rest of the group arrived, I chatted with him, asking how long he’d been doing this, and he quickly surmised that I really meant why are you doing this?  He presented himself as an outgoing, well educated, aggressive...

The Great Spring Break Road Trip – Part One

S. and I were sitting at he kitchen table at the farm in the midst of an unusual spring cold snap (that’s what they call them in the country) and she said, “wouldn’t it be nice to take a few days off and do something out of the ordinary”.  These words to my ears were like catnip to a cat.  I immediately ran through several really outrageous ideas before I hit upon a semi-reasonable, semi-likely to get agreement on idea of a few days on the gulf coast of Texas.  When she retorted with the not surprising query of “what in the #@*# will we do there”, I was ready.  “Oh, I don’t know.  Perhaps we could check out the antique shops and art galleries.”  It’s not for...

Springtime: It’s Not All a Bed of Roses

In a previous posting (In the Springtime an Old Man’s Fancy Turns To…10 Mar 2007) I wrote a paean to the virtues of Spring.  The birds chirping and cavorting, flowers blossoming, trees abudding and that sort of thing.  But like every thing good, beautiful, and pure in life there is a dark side that we don’t like to recognize, or if we do, we wrap our thoughts in words like   “on the other hands” and “howevers”. There can be no denying that Spring has it’s own special baggage that we ordinarily do not discuss in polite company.  For example, June Bugs.  There I’ve said it.  My most recent encounter with these most distasteful of critters was yesterday...

And Then There Are Liars…

We all know the old saw that goes, “how do you know if a politician is lying?” Answer, “if his lips are moving”.  I am glad to see that the Bushies continue to run true to this form.  As a matter of fact the latest episode with”Scooter” Libby is a perfect case in point. First of all, let me say that anyone who answers to a nickname other than Bill for William or Jim for James is automatically suspect.  The only knicknames that ever made sense to me were “Pee Wee” as in Pee Wee Reese the legendary shortstop for the old Brooklyn Dodgers and “Moose” Skowron, first basemen for Yankees.  You may ask why then, would I like these particular nicknames while eschewing...