by Rick | Apr 29, 2015 | Blog
The professor in our marketing class told us to collect all of our direct mail for a month in a bag, then throw it on the floor and see which one we opened first. So we individually collected junk mail for a month then emptied the contents on the floor. Know which...
by Rick | Apr 21, 2015 | Blog, The Cows of Hobson's Pond
I didn’t mean to shoot Mom in the leg with my Red Ryder BB gun. But by the time she realized I was the little idiot that raised a pea-sized welt on her leg, I made it into the protective circle of the Cows of Hobson’s Pond. It was the first, and only, time they came...
by Rick | Apr 15, 2015 | Blog, The Cows of Hobson's Pond
If the Marlboro Man were to be believed, smoking a cigarette would put hair on my twelve-year-old chest and help me ride a horse like a real cowboy. Or I could put a pinch of Skoal between my cheek and gum like Larry Mahan, the Rodeo Champ, and ride bulls with the...
by Rick | Apr 5, 2015 | Blog, The Cows of Hobson's Pond
I prefer the taste of a bar of Dove soap compared to Zest or Dial. I ought to know, I had my mouth washed out with a variety of brands through the years. There were two reasons the soap bar...
by Rick | Mar 31, 2015 | Blog, Huggable Heroes
I doubt there will ever be a statue erected of Bettie Leonard in the rotunda of the Capitol of Texas, but there should be. Bettie, and her husband, Jack, are of Tom Brokaw’s The Greatest Generation that endured the Great Depression, World War II, and watched the world...
