People are mailing…

Asking what I am doing. WORKING– or at least gunning the engine to get out of the rut.

I said I wouldn’t blog, but I keep putting in material? That one is easy. I am not writing new material, but it doesn’t take much energy to post good photos or quotes. So early in the mornings and at  “Happy Hour” I will continue to post random quick findings, and I hope entertain you until I can justify more serious writing here. So please check in…


“There are countless horrible things happening all over the country, and horrible people prospering, but we must never allow them to disturb our equanimity or deflect us from our sacred duty to sabotage and annoy them whenever possible. “

AuberonWaugh, sent by Tom McIntyre

Jay Dusard on Wendy Glenn

“Today I’m probably not alone in wondering how this neighborhood, and the ranching world in general, can continue to function without our touchstone, Wendy Glenn. Her Memorial/Celebration of Life was held yesterday at the fairgrounds in Douglas. The huge hall was packed with attendees, possibly a Guiness record for numbers of new Wranglers, shiny boots, and big hats. Clearly, Kelly had worked overtime in preparing for such a deserved turnout.

“Area law enforcement sent their color guard, which was almost impossible to see, given the size of the throng. Local ranch manager and cowboy pastor Ed Ashurst conducted the ceremony. Kelly and daughter Mackenzie Kimbro both delivered beautiful, heartfelt remembrances. Two fine singer/guitarists from west Texas delivered some well chosen songs. Ed Ashurst’s sermon was very good: one long bible verse followed by his personal remembrance of Wendy. Baxter Black spoke so very well. Wendy’s surviving sister, Barbara Chrisman I believe, spoke briefly, emotionally. Dr. Benjamin Tuggle, Regional Director of the US Fish & Wildlife Service spoke briefly and eloquently. The final speaker was US Congressman Ron Barber from our district. He made the important point that he, at least once a week, checked in with Wendy to get the unvarnished truth about the situation on the border.

“Warner went to the microphone and thanked everyone. He told a couple of brief anecdotes: the first time he laid eyes on Wendy, a newborn in a baby carriage, he maybe 6 years old. He spoke of their honeymoon at a hunting camp down in Chihuahua, when he found out that Wendy had never been taught how to cook. This wonderful man received a standing ovation.”

Warner by Jay, 2006