Category Archives: Doug Weaver
DENISON, Texas – About this time each year, I pull myself into the big white truck and head south. I don’t have to think much about where I’m going. It’s kind of like climbing a trusty horse and counting on … Continue reading
There’s a barn quilt affixed to the rear end of my house. Like a cattle brand, or a bumper sticker, or that tattoo you know about but rarely share, this one’s on the backside, for those behind you to see. … Continue reading
There’s a great movie from 1966 called “The Russians Are Coming.” It tells the tale of a Soviet sub that got stuck in shallow water along a New England coast. I won’t bother you with the details, but it’s pretty … Continue reading
LIMON, Colo. – I’m a lucky guy. There aren’t a lot of perks that come with a newspaper job these days except for the job itself. But one that comes my way each May is the road. Because along about … Continue reading
I had a dream last night.
I’m not sure about the why of the dream. Maybe because I’m feeling a mite guilty about shirking this blog. Maybe because I saw “True Grit” on Friday night. Maybe bad pizza.
Now, this wasn’t a nightmare. For instance, she didn’t pack a Colt Dragoon pistol in a cloth bag the way Mattie did.
But she sure talked the way Mattie did … that concise mix of classic, Old West formality that could cut you to the quick before you knew you’d been cut.
“Now, Douglas, I come upon you this night because of a sin of omission on your part.”