By Willis Webb
There are all kinds of conventions and everyone who attends one has stories to tell. We’ve all heard or read about conventions that are wild and woolly, some that are sedate and those of each kind that are filled with uplifting and informative programs.
At the peak of the “Old Yeller” craze, the Palace Theater in Dallas invited dogs and their human companions to a special showing of the film version of the best-selling book on Jan. 11, 1958. Frederick Benjamin Gipson was born on a farm near Mason in 1908.
by Renae Brumbaugh
Sometimes I do something so unbelievable, I scratch my head and ask myself, “Did that really just happen?” Actually, those moments occur more than just sometimes. They seem to transpire more and more often, lately.
By Lynette Sowel
For my first column of 2015, I hesitated a bit about whether or not to write about the idea of personal responsibility and choices. Why not write about fun stuff, like a new calendar, or the excitement about new year’s resolutions? Or goal setting?
By Willis Webb
By Sawyer Webb, The Famous River Wonder Dog aka Little Wild Dog aka Le Pup Savage I conspired with The Mom tosneak a column in place of the one The Dad (aka Willis Webb, aka mildmannered reporter Clark Kent aka The Kolyumnist) usually writes for Texas community newspapers.
by Bartee Hailie
With the possible exception of their mothers, no one gave the Owls of Rice Institute much of a chance against the unbeaten Colorado Buffaloes and All-American “Whizzer” White in the second Cotton Bowl on New Year’s Day 1938.
by Renae Brumbaugh
There are about a zillion reasons to be a proud Texan. I was born here, and have lived here most of my life. I am proud of our strong history. I am proud that we can fly our flag at the same level as the U.S. flag, because we were once an independent nation.
By Willis Webb
With the easy availability of doctors, clinics andhospitals plus the proliferation ofover-the-counter drugs and medical prescriptions, one doesn’t hear much about “home remedies” anymore.
By Lynette Sowell
It’s that in-between time of year, when the weight of the previous months has piled up behind us. Most ofthe time, I like the idea of hibernating and doing nothing for that final week. It’s quieter, for one thing. Businesses slow down, some even close for abreak.