The crossing from poor country to here

I always try to make sure my column has a point to it. I want to share a life lesson and encourage readers to live an optimistic and positive life. As for this column, I really don’t know what the point is other than I’m missing my mom and dad now … and decided to write about them.

CHECK YOUR MIRRORS

Checking mirrors in the literal sense was a vital skill this past week as I traveled over 1,700 miles east to North Carolina. One must never assume other drivers are performing the same task when behind the wheel.

WRITER'S CORNER

Each tear has fallen the pain and suffering are gone your stay on God's beautiful green earth has ended It's engraved in our hearts and mind our hearts are broken but, we can be assured that God will bring us all back together again someday.

2 CENTS WORTH

Good morning to all my friends that read the Double Mountain Newspaper, what an adventure Joe and I are having!!!!! We have just about to see the end of the tunnel, two years leaving the old farmhouse we are paying for it, but because of the covid we had no choice.

Faces & Places

“I’ve spent my whole life trying to get over having had Nikki for a mother, and I have to say that from day one after she died, I liked having a dead mother much more than having an impossible one. [p.

A Movement Grows

Author’s note: at long last, the West of 98 podcast is live! Practically since I started writing these weekly essays, I have promoted my podcast as “forthcoming” in this space. You can now listen on demand as we venture West of 98 via audio.

THE CORSICANA LEGEND OF ROPE WALKER

The legend: In 1884 a man with a wooden leg carrying a cast iron cook stove was trying to cross a tightrope stretched between two buildings in downtown Corsicana when he lost his balance and fell, suffering painful injuries. Near death he mentioned he was a Jew.

Who says, my “Smart TV” is so smart?

We are told that life as we know it has been forever changed by the computer. The most complicated equations are solved. We started at a desk, then moved to a mobile laptop. A few years later our phones became computers and now it can be as small as a watch on your wrist. (Calling Dick Tracey?).

CHECK YOUR MIRRORS

I am leading somewhat of a nomadic existence these days. In upcoming columns, I will write more about my next adventure in solitude that has me roaming the U.S. now. For now, my siblings and daughters are giving me options as to where to impose myself, though I try not to overstay any welcome.

Old Glory News

Well I'm back, did you miss the Old Glory News Report? I told the folks at the hospital that they better let me out, cause I had an important letter to write, but they would not let me go. We finally got some good rain, and it did rain.