Mr. Texas Ranger

Thank you Mr. Texas Ranger.

Isn't it funny how sometimes a stranger's listening ear can mean so very much. How sometimes a stranger's kind, generous words can mean the world. Recently while flying I met Mr. Texas Ranger. He was a middle-aged man, tough on the outside, an old-school cowboy type. He relayed stories to me of time on the Texas Ranch. He even proudly displayed his amputated index finger. The stub that remained was salvaged after a venomous snake bite and a trip to the E.R. Mr. Texas Ranger surprised me. He was not callous as I might have expected. He did not seem overly hardened by the dry desert heat. I would like to think a tiny piece of his strong resolve rubbed off on me that day.

I Sure Hope April Hail Brings May Flowers

A powerful hail storm hit Milwaukee today. I pulled out my rain boots, defiantly refusing to pull out snow boots and my winter parka (at least until this morning). Below is a video of the ten minute or so storm that brought an inch and a half of hail.

Spring is when you feel like whistling even with a shoe full of slush. ~Doug Larson