It’ll Never Grow Here

Any seasoned gardener can give you a list of what won’t last long in Texomaland and tell you why, citing grasshoppers, spider mites, drought, flood, wind and hail, cold and heat, black soil, white soil, and the plain old rotten terrior in their own back yards. But who cares? For every delicate northern beauty they lament, I can show them a tough, sophisticated Texas charmer that will laugh at their fears.

Make MIne a Reuben

The first true sandwich arrived when John Montague (1718-1792), the Fourth Earl of Sandwich, called for the kitchen at his favorite gambling club to bring him meat tucked between two slices of bread so he would not have to interrupt the game. (He probably was losing. When you are winning you want to interrupt the game and take home the cash.) Montague, whose middle name was not Reuben, tried to draw to an inside straight and was forgotten save for his gift to the sandwich noshing world.

The Fireman’s Daughter

My dad, J.D. Bush, was a civilian firefighter, Crew Chief, at Perrin Air Force Base for 28 years. He retired when the base closed in 1971. I started to work for Chief Bill Palya in November 2001. When he told me that he was trying to get possession of the old fire station, I was thrilled.

Where There’s Smoke….

The rattle of the alarm echoed across the area, signaling a chlorine leak from a storage tank at the large industrial plant in Grayson County. As the men encased in the special gear that gives them the look of moon-walking astronauts went about the very serious job of dealing with the problem, a company representative standing a safe distance from the scene remarked.

B&B for Birds

While much of the wildlife of North Texas is slowing the pace of their activities in anticipation of the onset of winter, at Hagerman National Wildlife Refuge along Lake Texoma and Big Mineral Creek, the waterfowl are about to reach the peak of their seasonal cycle.