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creek bed fishing for fossils -------two turtles drift down the riverfamily bonding .

Dear Reader, I hope that you enjoy the masthead for the month of October. Breast Cancer Awareness Month is important to me for several reasons. The first and foremost reason is that I lost a sister to breast cancer on February 15, 2016. Her name was Melanie Schuchardt and lived in Magnolia, Texas. Our hearts were broken the day after Valentine’s Day. The photo with my column this week is from the end of her battle with cancer.

Uncle Mort refuses to give in to what he thinks leads many folks to early graves. He says he’ll resort to extreme measures to avoid falling into a trap he calls “terminal boredom.” Mort finds much to merit his attention on his little spread down in the thicket.

baseball diamond a child clutches his faded cap ________________ monarch butterfly reigning over wildflowers .

Last Saturday was a banner day at my house. We gave Ginger, our not-quitepure- blooded Bassett Hound, a bath.

I sat on a rotted mesquite log and watched. Two red ants struggled through the weeds and grass, each carrying a small particle of deer corn. The bulk of the corn kernel was twice their size, the deer feeder was probably twenty feet away and I had no idea where their bed was. Obviously, both ants were headed in the same direction, but their burden was heavy. It was a tedious chore. Obviously, they were in serious preparation for the winter months that lay ahead. And furthermore, they were not giving up. Part of me wanted to assist them, find the ant bed and set them down in the middle of their home.

Chris Langer creek bed fishing for fossils _______________ two turtles drift down the riverfamily bonding .

As most of you know this weekend winds up rodeo week in Stephenville, Texas. It’s been fun.

Umpteen years ago, I entitled a speech--cleverly I thought at the time—”From Adam’s Rib to Women’s Lib.” I provided more details than audiences wanted to know, explaining that with such an expansive title, maybe I wouldn’t wander too far off track. It was admittedly a weak joke, probably not warranting so much as a grin from women who were digging in heels on matters relative to equality.