Getting Paid for Going Broke

“I’m mad as hell, and I’m not going to put up with it any more.”  So spake the little remembered Eddie Chiles, former owner of the Texas Rangers, Western  Supply, and past seeker of the governorship of the great State of Texas. Today he would be a good running buddy for those members of the 5th estate, howling public masses, and driveling politicians who compose the latest screech of public opinion demanding the economic lynching of the recipients of the so called “stay bonus” from AIG.  At the risk of being accused of being a corporate apologist, let me say that I’ve rarely seen so much heat with so little light.  Perhaps that should be excused in the case of...

Speaking in Foreign Tongues

I’ve long had a love affair with languages, and the fact that I have no ear or particular talent for languages not my own has deterred me not one whit.  My first encounter with another language was on the playground in elementary school in San Angelo.  Of course the words I learned, or maybe just repeated, would make your average parson blush. They, in English, ran to “Do you want to fight” or worse, “f***k your mother”.  I, of course, knew not what I was saying, but if they could say it to me,  I could say it to them, and I sounded really good. For some mysterious reason, I took Latin in the 8th grade and can still recite the opening passage of Caesar’s...

It All Fits Together

I’ve had gratifying response to my recent blog Cruising Down Under wherein I recited some comments on the homo sapien behavior we observed while cruising the Antarctic climes.  I thought it was pretty clever myself, but many of my readers…..well, some of my readers……actually one of my readers (who may be accused of literary gluttony) said that he was disappointed that I didn’t comment more about the animal life of the region.  Fair enough, I should have taken the opportunity to report more extensively on the rare and majestic creatures we encountered.   WORK IN PROGRESS

Buddy, Buddy, Buddy

Buddy came to be a part of our life at the farm in fits and starts.  He first was a day visitor to the farm accompanying his owner, one of many transitory workers who worked for us briefly and moved on.  When Buddy’s owner was no longer needed, or was fired, he gathered his belongings and left, but left Buddy behind.  You can see from the picture, Buddy is a purebred mongrel with hints of Boxer, and he obviously is the victim of a botched home made ear job.  The ragged ears contributes to the somewhat ferocious look which belies the demeanor of an orphan looking for love where ever he can find it. In the early days, the occasional visitor would offer to...

Cruising at the Bottom of the World

Everyone within the sound of my voice in the past several months knows that the darling wife (DW) and I scratched a long term itch by taking a voyage from Tierra del Fuego at the southern tip of Argentina through the Drake Passage to the mysterious and pristine continent of Antarctica.  My descriptive language fails me, and I can only say that what we found exceeded any expectations we had.  During the course of the cruise, in addition to setting foot on the seventh continent, we saw and learned about 2000 year old glaciers and the icebergs they spawn, four species of penguins, four species of seals, five species of whales, and fifteen species of birds (many...