From the monthly archives: July 2010
Milton Levine was just a few years out of the military in the mid 1940s. He read in Kiplinger’s Letter that there were several ways to make big money—two suggestions were “plastic toys or bobbie pins.”
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Look,I understand everyone has to make a profit. But can we agree that there is just something wrong about a $5 onion ring?
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Roy Rogers’ (1911-1998) beloved trusty steed Trigger fetched more than a quarter million dollars at a Christie’s Auction on July 14. Trigger, the King of the Cowboys’ Palomino horse was just one of nearly one thousand items put on the auction block by the Roy Rogers Family Trust.
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George Piper, an agent with Steve Cook Realtors®, sent an email to a few friends this week with sad news about the last round up for Roy Rogers‘s beloved horse Trigger. Trigger is just one of the items to be auctioned off by Christie’s during a very public sale in mid-July. Texoma has a special [...]
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Ordinarily, I’m not a clock watcher. In fact, I abhor clock watchers. But yesterday I was focused to the point of distraction on a 2:00 pm deadline set by Starbucks.
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Lee Hudgins: Cowman
Traveling west from Sherman on U.S. 82 where Bar 7 Road hits the highway, you top a rise. The horizon reaches out as the land falls away, and you are out of the cross timbers and onto the prairie. This dividing line is a great fold in the earth’s crust running from central Texas to Montana. Geologists call it the Preston Anticline, and it is where the West begins.
Texas Swing and Bill Boyd
Bill Boyd was born near Ladonia, in Fannin County, in 1910. He learned to play guitar with cowboys around the campfire and broke into radio in Greenville in 1926. When the family moved to Dallas in 1929, Boyd took his guitar and singing style first to WFAA and then to WRR where first [...]
Dockominiums
The term “boat house” probably conjures images in your mind’s eye of rickety weathered steps down to the water’s edge, corrugated sheet metal, spider webs, yellow bug lights, dust, rust and tangled fishing gear. There may even be that last lonely can of beer in the fridge; still snuggly bound by its plastic six pack girdle.
