THE TEXAS SCRIBBLER

His fifth grade class, which meets for the first time on Monday, will have thirty pupils. That’s eight more than his fourth grade class had. Seems the public school system has no maximum size requirements for fifth grade. Getting them ready for the crowded classrooms of middle school, I’d bet.
The school principal says she’s working [...]

It was the usual long haul back this afternoon. Coming back from Port A always seems harder than going down there. Anticipation is over, I suppose. We did stop for lunch in Cuero, for a change, at one of the town’s mainstay eateries, a 50-year-old burger joint called K&N Root Beer.
And we took pictures in [...]

Mr. B. has finally been convinced, on the last day of our annual Port A trip, that he needs to try and “get back on the horse” instead of letting his Tuesday bout with the Sea Nettles keep him out of the Gulf. He and Mrs. Charm and grandma from Fort Worth are just setting [...]

Mr. B. said “it felt like it clamped on me and stung,” describing the Sea Nettle that got him in the water today at the beach. He said he ran away from it and it let go. Seem to be a lot more of them than usual this year. Really hot and high humidity, too, [...]

Saw Bum Phillips this afternoon at a restaurant in  Goliad, on the way down to Port A. Except for the two in-ear hearing aids in his ears the former coach of the former Houston Oilers looked younger than his 80-something years.
No, he was not wearing his trademark cowboy hat. But one was painted on the [...]

Our annual jaunt to the beach begins Monday and will increase by one day and night this year, as the condo adds a free day to three paid. Sign of the economic times, no doubt—though Texas isn’t suffering near the 22 percent unemployment indicated by some measures.
Hardly in Michelle Obama’s class, of course (“Michelle’s $375,000 [...]

Mr. B. and I will do it alone this year, as we drive Mrs. Charm to the airport shortly after noon to fly to California to spend a week with my sister. We’re going to buy some sparklers on the way home to do it right this year. Fortunately for me, he’s still leery of [...]

This was five years ago when his Navy uncle first cousin graduated from multi-engine school at the air station at Corpus Christi. Mr. B.’s paternal grandfather also was a pilot, but in the Air Force. His maternal grandfather was a Navy flight engineer. Is he destined to fly? Wait and see.

It’s telling, I think, that a recent Rasmussen poll finds fully a third of Americans either denying that fatherhood is important or being unsure if it is. It’s a hard role, and especially hard when dealing with a boy. The irony of that is that men are supposed to want sons. Yet daughters generally are easier [...]

Well, not our Mr. B., I don’t think. Unless he’s been holding out on us. Taken by TFG in his travels, on U.S. 67, between Glen Rose and Chalk Mountain