I’m Blaming Kenny Rogers

This ambushed me as I was listening to the single of “Planet Texas.” I have no idea where it will go.

“Thank you, sir.”

Heads and optical sensors turned at the archaic words and accent. The woman smiled at the server and took a flute of sparkling pear juice. She turned to her escort and raised the glass in a salute, head tipped to the side, hat brim half-concealing her smile.

“You’re welcome, ma’am.” Her escort smiled and raised the glass in return. He took her free arm and they walked farther into the room. Several of the diplomats frowned and moved out of their way, avoiding any social contact. A murmur of discontent flowed below the conversations in the sparkling reception chamber. How dare a diplomat go armed? Did he not trust the security scanners and robo-guards? And who had approved the weapon? The couple ignored the murmur, nodded to a representative from Sanduska, and made their way to the star wall. Continue reading

A Well-Traveled People

One of the ranchers from the Panhandle died on the Titanic. A rancher in eastern New Mexico sent his children to the Austrian Alps during the late 1920s and early 1930s to spend time with their relatives, who were among the old Habsburg nobility. Others traveled to England, Ireland, and Scotland on a regular basis, as well as to Houston, Chicago, New York City, and the like.

One of the surprises of doing research about this region’s early settlement and growth is just how mobile the population was. Continue reading

Cattle, by Berta Heart Nance

I was reminded of this poem the other evening. The opening stanzas were used in the beginning of the great PBS Texas history program “Lone Star,” which was based on a book of that title.

CATTLE
by Berta Harte Nance (1883-1958)

Other states were carved or born
Texas grew from hide and horn.

Other states are long and wide,
Texas is a shaggy hide. Continue reading