Lone Star Parson

  One of the things that happens here is I let some of the neighbors park their rigs and vehicles in the grassy pasture that is the Compound...

  Mexican music fills the air, Eduardo's exotic ducks are sleeping on the roof of his house across the yard and all seems well with this...

  "Dad, let's go for a shoot." I thought about this, "What kind of shoot?" The once and maybe future Cadet replied, ...

  The operation got on the road to Burleson on Monday to take care of business. And so, to pass I35W time, I crunched the numbers and discov...

  Evening Prayer was no sooner said than clouds rolled in from the West, the temperature dropped, and it began to rain. What a blessed reli...

  The first part of the day was all about lawyers guns and money and that was OK. Here in this bucolic sector of the North Central Texas E...

  En lieu of anything remotely resembling serious posting, here's another old hippy, Ray Wylie Hubbard. Remember him? All very dance at ...

  What a beautiful day, birds sing, dogs sleep, flags wave and the sun shines down from a clear blue sky as a drug dealing ice cream van rou...

  Sometimes Lent comes on with a vengeance, it has this year. I'd no sooner returned to the rural idyll that is this small Texan farming...

  The Pick 'n Steal hasn't changed much over the years and I should know, I walk there pretty much every day for coffee after Mornin...

  An old musical pal texted in from Venice, "As a guest of the Biennale I get a chauffeured boat. My driver runs his boat FAST and list...