
Cowtown, USA, a.k.a. Fort Worth, Texas. <i>Where the West begins,</i> according to the old timers. Well now, that brings up a new thought. At the age of 71, I guess some folks would think I’m one of those old timers now. But I was thinking more about the old timers that were old timers when I was a kid….
That’s where I was born (or near enough, anyway), on September 14, am awful lot of years ago. Mom said it happened in an old frame house under a tree, right smack in the middle of where a highway now runs. The Interstate, I guess, but I can’t personally remember the event, and Mom isn’t with us any longer to ask, but I assume it must have been
Not even a memorial plaque marks the spot, can you believe it? Well, naturally, being snubbed like that, I hopped on over to Cowtown as soon as I could, and spent most of the next 30 next years there.
By then, I had found me a wife and two kids to support, and I had been laid off or fired from way too many jobs. Lots of people don’t realize there’s a serious distinction between word (fired) and that phrase (laid off).
Fired means you were taken off the payroll “for cause.”
no job. So I moved to Austin to get a job.

