As a kid(just beyond toddler) a cousin and I were going to build a treehouse. The selected site was an old, large Chinese elm previously chosen as a nesting site by all the wasps(yellow jackets) we had chased away from the eaves and trees surrounding my grandparents old Victorian 2 story. We had been using plaster lathes and pump sprayers. For the tree we found a keyhole saw and had cleaned all but one(?!) nest from the tree. It was probably the base for all the others elders as it was huge by our experience, 10-14" across. My cuz decided that was my job, so up I went and cradling in a fork on the back side and reaching around the trunk, I began to saw the twig like branch. It began to bounce around and the denizens began in earnest to scout out the cause of this disturbance. Being a little clumsy with the sawing due to the cradling and stretching around, the nest remained intact and I was soon discovered there so that by the time I climbed(skittered) down the tree and ran fast for the house I realized my Mighty Mouse T shirt was keeping several stinger slingers covered against my chest. After a failed swatting attempt, at about halfway to the house 150' away, I stopped after jerking the Mighty Mouse to the ground and counting 10 fresh whelps, I realized that there was no reason for all the screaming and panic as there was no pain and for many years afterward the sting if a wasp was more like a tickle.
The Front Porch
The best nooks and crannies of life are all found at home....
Sunday, July 12, 2026
Tuesday, August 9, 2022
Tuesday, April 5, 2022
Katherine Unchained
https://youtu.be/6uecFirb4T4
Sunday, March 17, 2019
and CHAOS ensued!?
THEY have changed the protocols again, some ways I can get here, some ways I can't. Now to try and remember how I got here, so I can go to the other places, also.
Friday, August 31, 2018
Running in the Snow 1969
That was the only time I was ever totally lost in Lubbock. A friend called and asked me to sub for him as the shotgun in a Sunday Sun delivery operation. He said it would take a couple or 3 hours....
We started about 11 P.M. on a high hazy night by the loop near Hardwick, as we passed Bowie the snow was falling hard and fast and the houses were mostly hidden with the occasional dark mass just over there, by the time we got to Wester and never E of Quaker, the snow was starting to hit the 1" level. The swirling dizzying mass of flakes seemed impenetrable as I occasionally looked up from my rubber banding.
Soon we were headed E inside the S loop through all those curved streets and avenues where I had no understanding of the direction we were going nor the street or neighborhood. Needless to say our pace was a crawl and after a trip or two to 47 & Boston to reload, we finished up some 14 hours later with 8 or 10" of snow on the ground but those drifts. My driver was a goodun for sure.
I never threw papers again, and often wonder how I got lost in Lubbock.😂
We started about 11 P.M. on a high hazy night by the loop near Hardwick, as we passed Bowie the snow was falling hard and fast and the houses were mostly hidden with the occasional dark mass just over there, by the time we got to Wester and never E of Quaker, the snow was starting to hit the 1" level. The swirling dizzying mass of flakes seemed impenetrable as I occasionally looked up from my rubber banding.
Soon we were headed E inside the S loop through all those curved streets and avenues where I had no understanding of the direction we were going nor the street or neighborhood. Needless to say our pace was a crawl and after a trip or two to 47 & Boston to reload, we finished up some 14 hours later with 8 or 10" of snow on the ground but those drifts. My driver was a goodun for sure.
I never threw papers again, and often wonder how I got lost in Lubbock.😂
Tuesday, February 28, 2012
3 Favorite phrases in my youth
If there ever was a man who could tatto an elephant it was C T Rhodes.
If anyone who knew how best to play turnabout at a game of twisting toes it was Paul R Revier.
My Grandmother Lucy always said 'If any youngster ever had possums run across his grave, it musta been you", Robert F Revier.
If anyone who knew how best to play turnabout at a game of twisting toes it was Paul R Revier.
My Grandmother Lucy always said 'If any youngster ever had possums run across his grave, it musta been you", Robert F Revier.
Monday, December 26, 2011
Tonight, as I sat on the Front Porch to read,
Aloud into the night, some Frost, warm as t'is cold,
Even though I may feel a bit old
First my dog, Ole Jake, gives me cheer
By reminding me, with the cock of an ear,
No matter what else I fear,
there are some I am chosen to lead.
For he goes and get's my mother dear
To open the door and set him loose
Whence he comes to set a spell and listen--
'Til my wife takes pity and let's him back in;
Telling me he's been awaiting on me.
Says I, "I like an audience!"
But in he goes to a warm bed now.
So on I shout to the cold crystal sky
And the winged creature with a four foot span
Who went who knows where just momments gone by.
Just then, dear John who happens nigh,
Called from the dark, "Robert! I was listening in!"
So I said, "Come on up, sit down, I have a chair."
"I stood outside the lamp light for awhile.
I hope you don't care."
"Not at all," I say with a smile.
"You read real good, I don't mind to say."
"Well you can't go wrong with some Frosty hay,
Though his meter's apt to get a tad bit lost."
So he asks for more, and on I drone,
All about Maple, or Mabel, as she was known.
There was one about a Christmas Tree,
But before that 'The Path less Taken'. He,
John, says he memorized it once and quotes the ending paragraph.
So I read it and it makes us part as we laugh,
Later, now, I'm pictures loading down and up,
As my wife gets ready to sleep I have sup't
At the table that my Lord has set,
And I think this may be the best Chrismas yet!
Aloud into the night, some Frost, warm as t'is cold,
Even though I may feel a bit old
First my dog, Ole Jake, gives me cheer
By reminding me, with the cock of an ear,
No matter what else I fear,
there are some I am chosen to lead.
For he goes and get's my mother dear
To open the door and set him loose
Whence he comes to set a spell and listen--
'Til my wife takes pity and let's him back in;
Telling me he's been awaiting on me.
Says I, "I like an audience!"
But in he goes to a warm bed now.
So on I shout to the cold crystal sky
And the winged creature with a four foot span
Who went who knows where just momments gone by.
Just then, dear John who happens nigh,
Called from the dark, "Robert! I was listening in!"
So I said, "Come on up, sit down, I have a chair."
"I stood outside the lamp light for awhile.
I hope you don't care."
"Not at all," I say with a smile.
"You read real good, I don't mind to say."
"Well you can't go wrong with some Frosty hay,
Though his meter's apt to get a tad bit lost."
So he asks for more, and on I drone,
All about Maple, or Mabel, as she was known.
There was one about a Christmas Tree,
But before that 'The Path less Taken'. He,
John, says he memorized it once and quotes the ending paragraph.
So I read it and it makes us part as we laugh,
Later, now, I'm pictures loading down and up,
As my wife gets ready to sleep I have sup't
At the table that my Lord has set,
And I think this may be the best Chrismas yet!
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