Come Thanksgiving, which I believe falls on a Thursday this year, we – we being Wife Margie and myself personally – will travel inside our Sassy Semi-Black Camry to Magnolia, or whatever it’s called, to celebrate the holiday and give thanks with family.

There is a chill in the air, leaves on the ground, and thankfulness in our hearts. It is November, and the breath of winter is upon us, bringing relief from the heavy hand of summer’s heat. 

I would like to respond to Mr. Raymond Martin’s letter to the editor. He offered constructive criticism of my column on credential inflation.  

The weather has been so nice that Phyllis I took a little walk on the Goose Creek Trail the other day. The wide concrete sidewalk winds through some of the most important 19th century history in this area. Just like they told Dorothy in the Wizard of Oz the best place to start a journey is a…

Eileen Erikson, the mother of our grandson-in-law, Christian, sent me an email the other day that made me smile. At the same time, it made me take a deep psychological look at my inner self.

It is all over, but the crying of the side that didn’t win. I think Joe Biden has been declared President of the United States, but I am not sure, with all the recounting going on. 

I promised a few readers that I would respond to their comments and emails, and I will do that next week. Today, let’s focus on election results.

Near the mouth of Cedar Bayou just before it dumps into Galveston Bay is a body of water called Ashe Lake. You can see it from Tri City Beach Road at the old drawbridge crossing. It is named for Cedar Bayou pioneer John B Ashe who was the son of Samuel S. Ashe, governor of North Carolina and…

Because I fully intend to try out for the 2020 Summer Olympics, I stay in shape by walking the neighborhood with Wife Margie. I also take vitamins.

All of this talk about voter fraud is bunk. Texas has strict and secure voting procedures.

Regret. We all have it. Sorrow for things we didn’t do or should have done differently or better. The longer we live, the more regrets we may have, piled all around us like unread books and broken toys. 

In the beginning were log cabins. They were built of materials readily available locally and required little more in tools than an axe and a saw. Ashbel Smith lived in a log cabin on Goose Creek stream at his Headquarters plantation which served as the Goose Creek Precinct voting place from …

It was a shock to my system when I got the stunning news from church pal Carol Bartz. She was dropping her subscription to the world’s largest newspaper.

Although I’ve written about Elijah’s flight from Jezebel before, I recently came upon the end of his story – and I’m still reeling.

Well COVID-19 struck hard at the 45th high school reunion for Lee and Sterling this past weekend. Barely a handful of friends gathered at O’Neals this past Saturday night.

Being semi-retired myself (I sometimes work up to 3.5 grueling hours a week doing newspaper stuff), I was pleased to receive via the Computer Box a recent email from lifelong friend Ronny Pinckard featuring a rundown on REAL retirement.

President Trump has nominated U.S. Appeals Court Judge Amy Coney Barrett to replace Justice Ruth Bader Ginsberg on the U.S. Supreme Court.  Anti-abortion groups are celebrating an opportunity to cement a conservative majority on the Court and finally overturn Roe v. Wade.

Have you ever found yourself calling someone weird? I think we all have done this at times. Not weird like Halloween stuff, but as in behavior that is different from what we consider normal. Even the spelling of weird does not follow the usual spelling rules.

In the 19th century there were no radios, no TV, and no movies so people had to make their own music to entertain themselves. It provided a valued part of all sorts of activities from weddings to picnics, dances, parties and worship. Sometimes the most common everyday activities are the hard…

We’re baaack! The Gathering Of Old Toots (GOOTs) is a Unit again.

People don’t collect things anymore. Some of my friends and I bemoan the fact that our children are not interested in inheriting our collections of owls, pigs, dolls or other mementos. Where will they go when we are gone? To the tchotchke graveyard?  

The November ballot is long, so make sure you work your way down and vote to renew the Baytown crime control and fire control sales taxes.  

If you head out Decker Drive, turn north on Wade Road and slam on your brakes when you get to Cedar Bayou Lynchburg Road, you’ll be slap-dab in the middle of downtown Coady. The community got its name in January 1926 when John J. Coady of Goose Creek placed an ad in the Houston Chronicle off…