On May 15, 1970 Misty Fincher finally got her first good night’s sleep since a tornado tore through Lubbock four days earlier Moda Fincher, the little girl who grew up to be the first female radio announcer in the Lone Star State and, some say, the whole country, spent her early years in a tiny...
Why is it always raining cats and dogs? Can’t it rain aunts and uncles every now and then? Why not fish and chips, or bacon and eggs? How did the saying ever come about, anyways? My cats and dog want nothing to do with the rain. Some day I’ll research it and find out, but not today.
The first reported sighting of the May 11, 1970 tornado came from an off-duty policeman, who spotted a funnel cloud at 8:10 pm three miles east of the Lubbock city limits.
“He’s a pinball wizard, There has got to be a twist.
A pinball wizard’s Got such a supple wrist.”
— Song lyrics ‘The Pinball Wizard” by The Who
------ Remember video games? Yeah, I know they’re still around. I’m talking about early iterations: Nintendo, Pac-Man, Pong, Odyssey.
As I pulled into the convenience store parking lot, I couldn’t help but notice a man with gray hair sitting in his wheelchair. I parked my car, ready to find someone who could benefit from a little company.
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Hippo” Vaughn cursed his rotten luck on May 2, 1917, after losing the only double no-hitter in major league history. James Leslie Vaughn grew up in Weatherford, the Texas town west of Fort Worth where he was born in 1888. And did he ever grow!
There’s nothing like a big nasty storm barreling through the area, knocking down power lines and internet reception, to get a family to put down there cellphones, step away from their online games, and sit down and talk about this, that and something other.
“If you don’t like the weather, just wait a few minutes. It will change.”
— Attributed to both Will Rogers and Mark Twain, depending on what you read.
-----A different column for this space was taking shape about the middle of last week.
When I was young, I never gave a single thought about being a Redwood Tree or Giant Sequoia. I was happy being a run-of-the-mill shrub. I didn’t even have illusions of being a Honeysuckle or Hydrangea. The life of a down-to-earth shrub was good enough for me.
All my friends were shrubs.