Serving Clovis, Portales and the Surrounding Communities
Serving Clovis, Portales and the Surrounding Communities
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Thought of as an innocent way of deciding who went first or who got the last piece of candy, the game Rock, Paper, Scissors is actually a game with a long history stretching across the world. Surfing the channels once I noticed a show in a Las Vegas bar playing the childhood game in which the players pump their clinched fist in rhythm three times, “throwing a symbol on the third representing either rock, paper or scissors.” For those who never played, rock crushes scissors, pa...
Sometimes I wonder whatever became of my 8-track tapes. I’ve wondered, but not enough to go search the closets at my mother’s house to see if they’re still there. Last I saw it, the collection, prized by me through high school but not all that impressive compared to others, was safely nestled inside the padded, genuine simulated leather case. Cruising in our cars, vans and pickups was my generation’s most important social activity, collecting the music of the day was probabl...
You frequently hear people reminiscing about the days of the Sears Wishbook and all the wonder it brought to our lives. When I was growing by this time of year half the pages would have a corner turned over and our favorite toys carefully circled. I’m not sure Santa Claus paid any attention to those subtle hints but it was a great trip for the imagination to see yourself on that Stingray bicycle or catching the neighborhood pitchers with that great looking catcher’s mitt. It...
The year was 1986 and I suddenly found myself being asked to step way outside my comfort zone — even into countries I might never travel to in my life. Let me explain. At that time I had only been married four years and my life was changing in so many ways and I was being challenged with work and life. I had begun a role in sales at the newspaper and was doing well and a couple of people I really looked up to conspired to get me into the local Rotary Club in Tucumcari. I w...
I live on the edge of town in a quiet neighborhood — quiet enough I don’t get trick-or-treaters interrupting whatever important program I’m watching on TV. My late wife used to lament the fact that we never or rarely ever had any of the candy freeloaders show up on our doorstep. I kinda liked the fact that she would stock up on chocolate candy and someone had to eat it. I liked it even more at the places where we lived out in the country with absolutely no chance of having to...
Did you see the aurora borealis? I’m not sure this time. I saw them on everyone’s Facebook feed but mine last Thursday night. So I took a drive on a dark country road to see what I could see. Using my imagination, I could detect a faint glow above the horizon — or maybe it was the glow from the lights of a dairy or Cannon Air Force Base. After I got back and saw a few more photos online and on the late news I went back out in the back yard and could see the magenta caste...
If you’re old enough to remember licking trading stamps for your mother, you likely grew up in the 1960s or earlier. Somehow a conversation with a Gen Z coworker got off onto the topic of trading stamps. Talk about a quizzical look on someone’s face as I began to describe what I was talking about. My head might as well have been purple with horns in place of my ears. So this column will be a walk down memory lane for those of you my age or older and for the two or three Gen...
Every dog that’s ever adopted me had its own unique sleep habits, some of them a bit strange. Take for instance, when we first got the little dog Maggie, who sleeps with me every night in the bed. The first night with her, when bedtime came she jumped into the dirty laundry basket and was asleep before I got into bed myself. Later she still took naps in the laundry basket but she soon figured out sleeping in the bed with the humans was allowed. One stretch when my late wife w...
Watching the classic rivalry of New York Jets vs. New England Patriots as I write this column on a Thursday night, I’m struck by one thing. It’s just no fun hating the Patriots anymore without Tom Brady and Bill Belichick. When Brady retired, then unretired, much like myself a few short months later, he went on to lead Tampa Bay to a Super Bowl win. Hating Brady then, without Belichick wasn’t the same, even when he beat my favorite quarterback Patrick Mahomes for the honor. Su...
Retirement was pretty good and then they called me off the bench and put me back in the game. I was starting to get rested up and I’d even loaded the van up for a camping trip once and didn’t quite make it down the road. Things didn’t work out and my old job as Chamber of Commerce executive director is open again and I agreed to help out in the interim on a “part time” basis. When people figure out I’m back I tell them one of two things. The first is I’m just back for an encor...
My phone rang last week and the caller ID read Jim Love. There’s only one Jim Love in this area, Coach Jim Love. He was the best thing about ninth-grade football, which proved to be my swan song in the sport. He was one of the best things about Portales High School. All the students and teachers loved Jim Love. He had a way of calling you out if you were out of line that got the message across quickly without him becoming the bad guy, unlike some of the other coaches. We h...
Rowdy has left the building, and my home may never be the same. Rowdy is a very cute, very energetic young dog who came to visit my much older little dog and me for the past week. Did I mention that he was young and energetic? I don’t know about Maggie, but I’m pooped. I volunteered our services as dog-sitter for my sister and her husband’s dog. After a play date to try things out, which went well, they dropped Rowdy off. It’s been a while since I had a pup around and even th...
I usually love it when readers of my column write me. I like it even more when they write me and I end up learning something. After my column on George Causey a few weeks ago, Will Anderson wrote me to ask if I had ever heard of a gunfighter nicknamed Portales Bill. He said he had seen the man mentioned in one of his father’s many history books. The moniker clanged around a bit in my brain but after looking for a bit I had to write him back and tell him I wasn’t aware of som...
It’s the way most science fiction books I ever read started out. A short space flight, with very slim chance of problems, suddenly goes wrong. Turns out you’ve booked a ride on a Boeing manufactured space vehicle after Boeing’s heyday has come and gone. On “Gilligan’s Island,” Gilligan and the Skipper’s SS Minnow took off for a three-hour tour that turned into two television seasons and decades of reruns, shipwrecked on a deserted island with all the conveniences...
It only happens every four years, but I’ve never caught Olympic fever. Hope that doesn’t put me on a black list for national pride. I’ve always caught the headlines and even enjoyed the telling of a heartstrings, overcoming-the-odds story. But I never have had any event at any Olympics that I didn’t want to miss. I know New Zealander Rex Maddaford, a distance runner at Eastern New Mexico University who competed in Mexico City in 1968. But that’s about as close as I’ve come...
After a really brief but bawdy monsoon season, seems like we’ve jumped straight out into the frying pan around here. Two weeks ago, I logged nearly 2 inches of rain in a little over an hour, triggering a flash flood warning for a couple of days running. A few days later we were receiving heat warnings from the weather services for multiple days. I don’t have a lot of trouble with the heat these days because I don’t have to get out in it. I just turn the thermostat down until...
When people think of the buffalo hunters of the Old West it’s likely they think first of Buffalo Bill Cody. But our area had history with a real buffalo hunter who was quietly legendary. His name was Thomas Leander “George” Causey While history records William F. Cody as indeed having hunted the American Bison for a living, he made a lot more trading on the name of Buffalo Bill and organizing the greatest traveling Wild West show of its time. In a book by Causey’s nephew...
My precious mother’s head has always been in the clouds. Her beautiful gray hair even looks a little like a cloud. On a recent car trip with her she out of the blue announced, “there’s an elephant.” Well, I dang near wrecked the car looking for that elephant until I realized she was looking up at the puffy white cloud formations and picking out the ones that looked like an object or animal. She’s always gazed at the clouds to see what they had to offer. I shouldn’t...
Noah had lots of warning and detailed instructions from the highest authority on how to prepare for the Great Flood. Folks in New Mexico and Texas recently haven’t been so blessed. The scenes of flooding in Ruidoso caused by heavy rains on the recent burn scar are looking a might Biblical and heartbreaking to residents of that fair community. The rains came so quickly after the fires swept through that folks were unprepared even though they probably knew it was coming at s...
It’s summer and it’s hot and we all need to hydrate. These days I carry a Yeti 30-ounce cup of ice water just about everywhere I go. I drink water with meals almost exclusively these days. I even bought me a filter pitcher to keep in my refrigerator to fill that mug with the best tasting water possible. That hasn’t always been the case with my hydration choices, however. Growing up we drank two things that would make folks today cringe. We had freshly brewed iced tea at noon a...
How do you start a conversation? I’ve never relished small talk, especially at a social event, but over the years I’ve taught myself to do it and I think I’m actually pretty good at it when I need to be. One of the strangest parts of human conversation, however, has to be the greeting. Whether we’re beginning a conversation in a business or social setting, on the phone or in person, our society requires that some sort of greeting is exchanged to start the conversation or you...
I’ve got to say that the idea being floated by the Surgeon General recently of putting a warning label on social media platforms might not be a bad idea. The type of warning we’re all familiar with like the one on cigarettes warning of the dangers of cancer and on alcohol warning pregnant women not to drink is what we’re talking about. I guess they would maybe put up a warning screen when you log on to your favorite platform warning of the dangers of addiction that could...
I had an ice cream sandwich before I started writing this column and it sure tasted great. I could easily eat ice cream every night after supper but I’ve noticed over the years I’ve developed a problem when I do this; soon my britches won’t fasten and my belt is out on its last notch. But, if you just eat one at a time, these ice cream novelties as they used to be called is sort of portion control after a fashion. If I get started with an ice cream scoop I generally don’t stop...
I’ve finally found something suggested by the governor of New Mexico that I agree with. Children in our state would benefit from what she called during the legislative session a summer literacy bootcamp for kids that would provide four hours of reading instruction per day. The idea was to give kids from kindergarten through eighth grade a free summer school focused specifically on literacy. With only 38% of our children proficient at reading it’s well past time to do som...
Plans were to get back on track for writing my column on Wednesday this week — a tornado had other ideas. First I procrastinated while finishing a novel, then I watched the late Albuquerque news. The weather guy had picked up on radar-indicated rotation in a storm system north of Cannon Air Force Base, but his report was all over the place as to what was actually happening and whether or not a tornado warning was issued. My normal phone alerts weren’t going off for even a sev...
