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Throw em in the River!

Go to the closet or your kids room or the entertainment room. Get that X Box, Playstation, Game Cube or whatever and throw it in the car or the back of the pick up and drive. Drive so far you know they won't follow and chunk that electronic mind warping babysitter in the river or ditch or where ever you know it won't make it back.

They will scream and holler. They will cry, and maybe even swear - if they have been playing for a long time they might even go into withdrawal. But you will be doing them the biggest favor in their lives. Those games are destroying our children. I am not kidding. You should overhear the conversations I overhear.

I have smart, gifted even, boys and girls who are totally consumed by gaming. They spend every waking moment at school planning what they are going to do on their game when they get home. Theses are the brightest kids at school and the only thing they read is gaming magazines.

You have seen the news reports about the worst games - Grand Theft Auto - all versions. And it is not the worst one. They are worse than any news report can even hint at. They are full of graphic violence and kids think it is funny. Kids think it is funny that a few adults react with horror. After all it is just a game. They think that the adults that are horrified are just too old fashioned. These kids have lost the capacity to be shocked. They could probably watch some of those things in real life and not feel anything. It is scary.

I know this won't sit well with the younger set - but we are raising a generation of kids who have no compassion. They have very little moral compass and what they do have is being quietly eroded by the gaming industry. These are the people who will be in charge when I am in a nursing home. I find that extremely scary.

The Same Old Gripe

I know you have heard it all before, but I can't help myself. What are people thinking? Christmas is way out of control. It is suppose to be the 24 and 25 of December - maybe a week before. I could even live with "The Twelve Days of Christmas". But Christmas should not start on the Friday after Thanksgiving and last until Valentine's Day.

No - I cannot get in the spirit. No, my lights are not up yet and neither is my tree. I might not even put up a tree. I will hang a wreath on the door. I will buy a few gifts. But I feel like I am being held hostage by the entire month of December. Do people really enjoy all this mess and stress? I saw people out in 10 degree weather trying to adjust Christmas lights they hung in November.

Walmart is packed. And no one looks like they are enjoying the season. Wouldn't Christmas be more enjoyable if there was less of it?

Is it just me? Am I turning into a Scrooge?

By the way Christmas on the Pecos is as beautiful as always. And I do respect and admire all of those people who work so hard to make it a successful event. But I'm glad I don't live on the river. Happy Holidays.

December Sunrise in SENM

Am I a Texan?

Evan Smith, the editor of Texas Monthly, writes in this month's issue that he is “of Texas” despite the accident of being born in New York City. His argument is that he is now a resident of Texas, roots for the Longhorns and doesn’t intend to leave. So he asks that we consider him a Texan. In this month’s issue of Texas Monthly the feature articles are “Where I’m From”. And the Texas living legend Willie Nelson graces the front cover. Willie was born in Abbott, Texas.

I was born in Carlsbad, New Mexico. For the geographically challenged, that is the big city near the famous Carlsbad Caverns National Park in southeastern New Mexico. It is 29 miles from the Texas line to the southwest, 31 miles from the Texas line to the south, and 76 miles from the Texas line to the east. But it is my contention that this corner of New Mexico is much more Texan than it is New Mexican. The entire southeastern corner of New Mexico is in the oil patch. Carlsbad, Hobbs, Loving, Eunice, and Jal are all “of Texas”. We shop in Midland, Lubbock, and El Paso. We don’t have to pay out of state tuition to attend Texas Tech or Sul Ross. And we have much more in common with Texas than we do northern NM.

In my case, both my parents were born in Texas. My father was born in Hardeman County, Goodlett, Texas in 1913. My mother was born in Comanche County near Dublin, Texas in 1915. They were met and were married in Lubbock in 1937. They moved to New Mexico after WWII. And I arrived in 1952, a New Mexican. I have lived here all my life – except for a while in college when I went to Tech.

Early summers were spent in Texas visiting with relatives in Deleon, Garland, Childress, Burnett, Quanah, and Stanton. Later summers were spent at Camp Mystic on the Guadalupe near Kerrville. Thanksgiving was a trip to Childress and Quanah. Football season we drove to Lubbock to watch the Red Raiders play football. (Daddy had attended Tech in the 30s) Until my mother bought the dress store, my best dresses came from Hemphill Wells in Lubbock, the Model Shop in Midland, or from Neiman’s in Dallas.

I speak and cook Texan. That appliance in the kitchen that keeps food cold is an icebox. The meal you eat at the end of the day is supper. If I invite you for Sunday dinner, you should show up at noon. I don’t put sugar in my cornbread – and I don’t use a mix to make it. Cornbread and sweet milk make a good supper. I fry chicken and okra. I can make chicken gravy, breakfast gravy, brown gravy, giblet gravy, or even red-eye gravy. I can whip up a batch of biscuits –without the can. And we eat black-eyed peas on New Year’s. I do put sugar in my tea and I call it sweet tea. There is a pitcher of sweet tea in the icebox all summer.

So am I a Texan?