Men Of Letters: Texas Style

I can’t recall exactly when I first became aware of “men of letters” as a designation for a particular class of erudite and literate individuals. Upon seeing this designation in print for the first time, I immediately thought of uncle Ned’s funeral in which I thought the B.P.O.E after his name would qualify him as a “man of letters”.  Unfortunately, I shortly learned that being a life member of the Brotherhood of the Paternal Order of the Elks did not qualify him for entrance into these lofty literary circles. Upon reflection and some study, I’m inclined to put “men of letters” in two piles.  In the first...

On Becoming Seventy-Seven

I dunno why, but I’d long dreaded the day, August 10, 2013 when I was to become seventy and officially old.  I had long ago overcome the ignominy of taking the two dollar senior citizen discount at the movie theatre, and the snide, “…for a man of your age” that I was starting to get far too frequently.  I’d even avoided taking a punch at the sales clerks who had begun to refer to me patronizingly as “young man” or, worse yet, “young fellow”.  I had also begun to say with weak, gallows humor that, “I don’t even buy green bananas anymore” as a way of signaling that my time was growing ever...