A collection of 34 posts
Zen and the Art of Remaining Upright
When I had first encountered Robert M. Pirsig’s book, Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance: An Inquiry into Values... I kept rereading through the years and grew to appreciate its subtle teachings. “The real cycle you’re working on,” he wrote, “is a cycle called ‘yourself.’
The Great Voice of the Great Plains
Is there a list somewhere of things I am not supposed to say?” “Don’t try to be funny your first day on the job.” “When can I try to be funny?” “Not on our air.” “I suppose you’re right. Humor never works anywhere, does it?” “Look, we are a time, temperature, and news format.” “That’s a format?”
Down Mexico Way
We were stopped by soldiers with automatic weapons slung over their shoulders. They came up with a plastic bucket and were taking donations to support a political candidate. Not contributing seemed like a bad option when the soliciting party was armed. $10 got us on our way into the mountains.
“One cannot be pessimistic about the West. This is the native home of hope. When it fully learns that cooperation, not rugged individualism, is the quality that most characterizes and preserves it, then it will have achieved itself and outlived its origins." - Wallace Stegner, Western author
"Is Gandhi in Heaven?" and Other Conundra for Our Times
Sister Mary Elizabeth was my sixth-grade teacher at St. Peter, Prince of the Apostles grade school in San Antonio. I do not think I am being immodest in saying that I was probably the most arrogant, annoying little smartass in the class.
Brave young women cast inspiring light on small town in wake of a bigot at the bar
"You never know when brave and passionate souls will step up to make it clear that small-town sensibilities won’t always stifle a call for at the least tolerance, and at the most justice and a full acknowledgment of civil rights."
Ann Richards and the Lost Eagle
The center of attention was a woman, the governor of the state of Texas, who had just released an American bald eagle from her leather-sheathed and extended arm. She'd made plans to raft Santa Elena Canyon with friends before returning to Austin. “Why don’t y’all come along?” She was speaking to us.
OK, I'm Moping. Just Go Away.
When interviewed for a job heading up radio news operations in Wyoming, an interviewer actually said, "I guess this will pretty much be your last broadcasting job, eh?" I like to think you don't have to send up smoke signals to get my attention, but in fact, it might require a mineshaft cave-in.
What Does America Want?
"Bradley Freeman was a 19-year-old freshman at Mississippi State University in Starkville when he enlisted in the U.S. Army and became a paratrooper. He knew that America was worth fighting for. Freeman, who passed a day before July 4th, would be the last of the "Band of Brothers." "