Friday, March 6, 2009


I was supposed to write a review of Slumdog Millionaire. Unfortunately, sometimes life throws something at you that has to be addressed.
Yesterday, Albert Erle Massengale died. He was healthy, fit, and an all around good guy.
While he wasn't "blood," he was family. He was the man at Christmas who always led the prayer and carved the turkey. He had a smile for all of his grandchildren and a quiet nod for everyone else. He was my nephews' and niece's grandpapa. He took them to watch calves being birthed and showed them the ways of a true rancher. He died with his boots on in a farming accident. We lost a true Texan and quite possibly one of the last cowboys.
His death leaves a hole in our lives.
Goodbye, Erle. We'll miss you.

About Me

I was born and reared in Austin, Texas, where I attended three elementary schools, three middle schools, one high school, and one university. I've backpacked through Europe, gone on an archeological dig in the Belizean rainforest, scuba dived through the Atlantic reefs, and skydived over San Marcos. And, while hang-gliding turned out not to be for me, I did give it a shot.