A David Johnson, of many.
The other day I saw a coyote in the street in the middle of the night, and ever since I’ve been trying to figure out what it meant.
Continue reading “‘My allergies are killing me,’ said the coyote to his wife”
They say Justice is blind, but if that’s the truth, perhaps some of her other senses have become heightened to compensate.
In the case of former Winkler County Sheriff Robert Roberts, Justice has thus far demonstrated a degree of balance Zatoichi would envy, although we call it karma or maybe a cosmic poetry.
Continue reading “Zatoichi is the blind swordsman from Japanese films”
The other day I was shopping for some new clothes, which is rare.
I’m basically the same size I was as a high school freshman, which in some ways is good because my midsection remains in agreeable proportion to my shoulders, and also because I can still wear my junior high standard attire when I go to work.
But, things do have a way of getting spilt on and threadbared, and it seems that when you go shop to find the first thing that fits and then leave, it often doesn’t fit very well later, and you subsequently don’t much enjoy wearing it, and put it off putting it on until you have a closet hanging only with all the itchy, baggy pants you hate. But they’re all that’s left and the stuff on the floor is too dirty to get by with.
Alas.
Continue reading “Because we like the appearance but want to stay comfortable”
When Larry Neil White died at age 62, it hardly came as a surprise.
It was inevitable he would die, since birth at least. Since March, it was inevitable he would die without going to trial for the deaths of Abel Marquez, Arlie Jones Jr. and Scott Gardner, the three police officers he shot outside his home for no good reason anyone will ever be able to discern, or a jury of his peers will be able to evaluate.
Continue reading “One day, someone will write a book about all of this”
Now, I ought to start out by saying I am not looking to pick a fight with several thousand people in western Odessa, or one woman in particular: Sandra Carrasco. She seems like a lovely person, and the residents of District 5 (generally all lovely people, too, I’m sure) will no doubt be lucky to have her as soon as she’s sworn in and starts to represent them.
I just want to make that clear.
Because in the past few years, there have been two tragic deaths by sitting councilmen in that district, and both times, only one person ended up wanting the job. There is something monumentally troubling about this.
This week 38 people were picked up in a white bus with shaded windows and taken out of sight.
We still don’t know where exactly they all went, who exactly they were, or how long exactly they’ll be there.
Now, I almost said “38 illegal immigrants,” but that’s probably not true.
Getting a work visa and leaving it at home is something like going out without your wallet; overstaying it is like driving your car with an inspection sticker out. It’s irresponsible, but let’s not pretend it isn’t commonly done.
“That’s exactly the problem,” you say.
Well.
Continue reading “Freedom isn’t free, and some things may be worth the cost”
Reading books is a wonderful thing, and something no one seems to do as much as they want, myself included.
Imagine if we read things the way we eat.
It’s a week now since we got the announcement from President Obama.
In 20 years, they’ll ask, “Where were you when you heard the news?”
Continue reading “If you haven’t heard, Osama bin Laden is dead”
I’ve said before that I hate spring, and I do.
This is not the climate or location for it, even in the best years.
For the longest time, I thought the smoke from all of the wildfires was just the usual dust blowing in the air, the brown particle overcast of West Texas common to the season. It’s too dry to keep down the dirt, and that’s true, yet it’s now too dry for there to be much left unburnt except for dust, it sometimes seems lately.
Continue reading “For Easter, children and the spring that hopes eternal”
It’s the sesquicentennial of the American Civil War, all this year and for the next four, and it started, really, really, with April 12 and Fort Sumter. Now we’re getting into the sort of thing mustachioed Southern men can actually re-enact, and be interviewed about while dressed up on the History Channel.
(Or rather, be interviewed about on the History Channel as it existed 15 years ago.)
This is the good part of the Civil War, the one everyone likes with its gallantry and troop movements, and “Oh, brother-against-brother; they had such courage on both sides, and who really knows who was in the right?”
Continue reading “The South will rise again, then Sherman will reincarnate”
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