The young IRS auditor looked across at my dad’s client and said, “You’ve claimed drought losses here, but you had twelve inches of rain last year.” The old rancher’s West Texas place had been homesteaded by his grandfather, and ranched by succeeding generations. He looked at the youngster and replied, “Yes sir, that was one […]
Monthly Archives: December 2015
Away out here they have a name for rain and wind and fire. The rain is Tess, the fire, Joe, and they call the wind, Maria. Alan J. Lerner and Frederick Loewe, Paint Your Wagon We had been in Flagstaff all day, and when we got back to Winslow it was dark. The wind had […]
The spiritual sons of the mountain men were the men of the next wave – the skin-and-scoot market hunters, the cut and get out lumbermen, the cattle barons whose herds grazed the plains bare. Stuart Udall, The Quiet Crisis As a boy growing up in Texas, I was constantly confronted by the collision of the […]
If there is magic on this planet, it is contained in water. Loren Eiseley My family spent a lot of time in the water. My dad was a college swim star, and my uncle would have gone to the 1940 Olympics if it hadn’t been for Hitler. We swam and fished and generally fooled around […]
