Quips from Kay

   I have several short stories I wish to share.  They are too short to fill an entire post. KINGSVILLE SUMMER I know I wrote a little something about going to college at A&I in Kingsville, but I don't think I told you about the temperature.  After I sat out one semester of college, I went to summer school at A&I and lived in a dorm which had no a/c. Well, actually this was back in the day before all buildings were air conditioned. I had ungodly class hours and was so tired after my noon class that I would go back to the dorm to take a nap. As I may have told you before, my first class was a chemistry lab at 7:00 a.m. So in mid-afternoon, when the temperature hovered near 100 degrees,  I would lie down with the windows open, of course, and what little breeze there was also brought in heavy South Texas dust! When I got up there was an outline of my body on the bed, much like that of a murder scene outline. That's it. Just wanted to share that memory with ...

When I graduated from college back in the near dark ages, I wanted to find a job where I worked directly with people (not selling stuff) so I was referred to the State Department of Public Welfare. Don't know what it's called now but it was perfect for me. I got a job as a case worker in San Antonio which was comfortably close to my hometown. I found an apartment in a pleasant part of town and thus began the rest of my life. My training classes were held in the Forth Worth Courthouse where various government offices were. The sheriff's office was there and that was how I met a very handsome young deputy. After a few regular dates, he told me that we were going to Dallas, just a short  thirty miles away, on the next Saturday and for me to wear something really nice because we were going to a nightclub. That was great with me so I got all dolled up and on the trip over he told me not to mention that he was a deputy or anything about law enforcement. Okay, says I, there are mo...

When I started writing my blog It was to be a daily log. But now when I sit down to write All my thoughts have taken flight. I thought of many years ago When my memory had an easy flow I could always bring ideas fore and could remember many more. Now when I lie down to sleep Into my head the memories creep But if I arise to set them down They don't come back around. So what you get now in this blog Are bits and pieces from my memory jog. Please enjoy what words are here I'll do better later in the year.