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I guess I'm basically a city boy, turned country. I spent much of my early youth part time in the country, on land we owned away from the city. My pop (step Pop, but knew no other) owned and operated a plumbing business in town and played cowboy on a large track of land we owned in east Texas on weekends. Sometimes I would stay over in the country, if not in school, while everyone else migrated back to our city home. While there I rode fence lines making repairs and doctoring cows and lived life learning nature's way. I learned a love for the land that would call me back later in life. I loved the country life and the sweet smells and sights of nature. As I roamed the woods and meadows and small towns around our place I got to know the people in the area during those stays. Country people, who seemed to have a built in common sense born out of dealing with hard work and watching nature on a daily basis and being around all the farm animals and wild creatures that inhabited their world. A natural world that taught right and wrong with a clarity of example. I’d like to take the pages here and tell some stories about my “country common sense” experiences, then and now.

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