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  • Iím old enough to remember what it was like to have to read by the dim light that came from a kerosene lamp.
  • This month, Lanny and I will celebrate our fifth anniversary. While our wedding was special, the details seem funny now: We rented a Hummer and honeymooned in Berlin.
  • From the time I was a child, my parents, Harold and Oleta Walker of the Sandy community north of Ravenna, always stressed to my brother and me the importance of community, church, and civic involvement. In community improvement clubs and councils, at the county fair, on boards of companies and organizations, in societies and clubs, and in church, both our parents taught us, by their example, to participate.
  • A couple of years ago I stopped coloring my hair and invited Mother Nature to be my hairdresser. I've discovered that gray hair is admired . . . but never envied.
  • The Swift Fox: part 2 - photo by Russell A. Graves
  • While driving to Dallas on U.S. 75 recently, I couldnít help noticing the numerous fields of corn that are drying out and turning brown. Iím afraid the nice rains we had recently came too late for most of these corn crops.
  • Before Lanny and I leave on any international trip, I pack my bag, pull it to the end of the driveway, drag it back to the house, and empty half of it. If I'm going to run through airports, lift my carry-on bag over my head in the plane, and hop on and off European trains, I need a wardrobe that is not only versatile but could fit into a gym bag.
  • I was born too late to encounter the colorful swindlers called "roaders," as roving livestock merchants were called in the early decades of the 20th century. After reading about their exploits as recorded by Western writers like Elmer Kelton, I believe I missed something interesting. The traders with their strings of horses and mules made their way over the dirt roads, closely followed by clouds of dust and flies. They carried guns and lived out of wagons, cooking over open fires.
  • The swift fox: part 1 - photo by Russell A. Graves
  • All too often I see a newspaper story about local food banks, and they bring to mind some memories from my childhood days.
  • Imagine a cool, spring-fed lake lined with cattails atop a 150-foot bluff of the Red River. Prairie grasses wrap the water, sheltering doves and ground birds. In the pine and oak woods, songbirds regale all day, and owls take flight at night. Nestled next to the lake, 1930s red-brown stone cabins, campsites and a lodge boast epic views. A bike-and-hike trail loops the lake, offering an ambling tour of these wonders. photo courtesy of Allen Rich/North Texas e-News
  • Robin Williams with troops gathered at the Camp Liberty Post Exchange in Baghdad during a USO tour, Dec. 14, 2004. DoD file photo by U.S. Army Sgt. Dan Purcell