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{spotlight–1}   Rare Treat The last time I saw a horny toad was 15-plus years ago, and that was the first time I had seen one in probably 25 years [The Lizard Brigade, June 2020]. I caught the little guy to show my boys; they had never seen one before. We looked him over. I…

{spotlight–1}   Stark Memories My family lived in Orange during the mid-1950s [Firmly Rooted, May 2020]. I recall a classmate was the grandson of the Stark-Lutcher marriage. I recall being invited out to a huge plantation house by his parents to spend the day with him playing and exploring the land. Bill Wheeless Jr., Evant…

{spotlight–1}   Love and Recoiling I know this article [A Snake To Love, April 2020] is full of truth and facts, but I’m not reading it. I don’t care what kind it is or how beneficial—my (somewhat) reasonable mind just hates them. Lisa Flowerree Bigon | Via Facebook   I hate snakes, but if they’re…

{spotlight–1}   ¡Viva Conjunto! Of all the things I miss about Texas, dancing to a live conjunto band is at the top of the list [Soul Music of South Texas, March 2020]. Bruce Lamb | Via Facebook   Get to the Point I kept looking for a reference to the “correct” pronunciation, according to my…

True Confession I had never seen a crape myrtle before I moved to Texas [Crape Murder, February 2020]. There was a row of them along the property line of my lot in a mobile home park. My neighbor told me to cut them back. Soon afterward, I found out that was wrong. I’ve felt bad…