Columns and Opinion

Hill Country Naturalist

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I wrote this while on vacation in the Texas Panhandle on April 26, 2015, just 12 days after the 80th anniversary of Black Sunday, the name usually given for the worst day ever, during the Dust Bowl years. And I was just on the edge of the southern-most part of the area of the most extreme devastation.

Notes from the Spring Creek Arts Guild

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It is that time of the year when kindergarteners graduate and look forward to elementary school, eighth-graders graduate and look ahead to being high schoolers, high schoolers graduate and look toward a variety of paths forward, and college students graduate and look to a future of being productive, working, and contributing adults…or maybe turning back and enrolling in graduate school. This year will certainly stand out in history what with a pandemic leading to school being moved to homebound and online programs nearly worldwide and to traditional graduation festivities being cancelled. My son graduated from Texas A&M at some nonspecific point in the past few days—his name appeared on the big scoreboard at Kyle Field with “Degree Candidate” and “Congratulations” alongside, oh, and #tamugrad down in one corner. That makes it as official as can be in this weird era.

Hill Country Naturalist

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This topic came to me in an article in Texas Wildlife by Todd Steele about the various dangers we might encounter outdoors. I didn’t take a poll, but I bet the majority of people would answer the above question that they are most afraid of snakes.

The Idle American

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If bodies grew weary of exercising, two of my friends, Dr. Lanny Hall in Abilene and Katheleene Green in Burleson, would be too sore to stand up. Truth to tell, Katheleene has been a devotee to physical exercise much longer. She attains age 100 come July 18.

Happy Herman's Hideaway

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Guten Tag, Ciao, Bonjour and Howdy Folks of San Saba! We just went to Europe and back in words…did you have fun? I told mom the German word for hello sounds like food without wheat; the Italian, like those pets they used to sell - people put little seeds in that grew; and the French, like the band that Jon Bon Vovi leads! Yeah, howdy or hello seems straight forward to me.

Doug's Doorstep

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Years ago one of my children corrected me when I told him, “I know what you’re thinking.” He looked at me and said, “Dad, you don’t know what I am thinking. You ‘think’ you know, but you don’t know for sure.” I hated to admit it, but he was correct. I thought I knew, but I could not be sure of it. And that is true for every one of us, isn’t it?