14th Annual KOZ Gala & Fundraiser
I was pretty young when we lived on Indigo. We were there till I was 10 maybe. These were the days every dad on the block rolled out his mower on Saturdays and cut smooth the thick St. Augustine grass that grew well in the humid Houston, Texas area. Even with the perfect mow lines …
When I was sitting on a plane one morning recently, making small talk with the young guy next to me, I was taken aback by one of his comments. He began his interest in who I was with, “So are you retired.” He never stumbled or hesitated. To him, apparently, I looked retired. Done with …
I met Darius on a beautiful Saturday at the ballpark. I was sitting in the front seat of my truck pulled up to face the backstop. Ah yes, front row seat. I made sure I jumped out each time Taylor was on the field or batting. Her coaches needed my additional coaching from the sidelines …
My friends up north and on the east coast make fun of us in Texas because our seasons don’t have real big differences in temperatures or a fall leaves color change. I can agree with them to a point. Deal is cactus and mesquite just don’t bloom and change like the aspen and maples do. …
So often today folks go to church, have a cup of coffee, joke with some friends, sit and listen, then try to be the first in line at the Sunday lunch restaurant. Now of course there are a lot of folks who also get to church early, set up chairs, stay after and tear down. …
Hail and rain poured down on my little tent. Even under the tall spruce the heavy rain found littlest places to come in with me. The wind sounded like I was camped at the end of a runway. It roared across the mountains and through the canyons. It was bad. There was no sleep that …
We were sitting on the patio of a local restaurant eating our dinner and watching the kids play on a community playground. There was one slide toy that was a pipe like element with handles. The kids could hold the handles and slide across an open area to a platform then push off and return. …
In 1968 I was 9. It was a simpler time back then, at least for a 9-year-old. No stress from too much television, no internet or video games, just life on life’s terms. That year an amazing film came out that captured my heart and mind, Oliver. The movie was a musical story about a …
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The mornings are a time of sacred quiet for me. It may sound like I have this ideal spot I go, a big soft chair in front of a huge glass window overlooking a mountain peak. Elk wandering about, blue skies above. No, it’s an old chair I found at a garage sale I like …
I had found my dad after he had abandoned our family and mom moved away. I lived with him just long enough for him to sign the papers that allowed me to get a driver’s licenses at 15. A hardship licenses. Seemed right to me. When my parents split I was just 14 and …
