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One of my goals upon retirement was to find ways to become more physically active. I dove right into that task immediately. OK, I didn’t literally dive in, though I could have. I just figured it might hurt my back if I didn’t hit the water exactly right. That’s right, my biggest fitness initiative involves working out in the pool at Eastern New Mexico University. When I say working out in the pool, people automatically assume I’m going to swim laps. When I started, lap swimmin...
Hello, my name is Karl Terry and I’m a YouTube addict. Florida recently became the latest state to restrict the use of social media by children. A good thing I think, maybe a wakeup call to all of us with a screen addiction. If you read Tom McDonald’s opinion column in this paper last Wednesday, please indulge me as I plow across the same furrow. Hopefully I can make it worth your while. His column was actually the second slap across the chops in the space of a week on the...
My first memory of Leroy Thomas was as a youngster in Vacation Bible School. He was a tall, gangly man with glasses and a large Adam’s Apple. He looked kinda funny as he attempted to teach grade-school kids just released from school for the summer how to sing the old VBS classic “Booster, Booster be a Booster.” I know he used emphatic fist pumps to emphasis the word “booster” and I’m pretty sure there was some poultry imitation going on when we got to the “grouchy as...
Hearing about students and families on spring breaks this last week or so has brought out a streak of jealously in me. I did spend a few spring breaks backpacking and actually had one beach vacation when I was in college. It wasn’t your typical beach spring break though. A buddy and I who were both into scuba diving at the time decided Blue Hole and Conchas Lake wasn’t going to cut it any longer. We wanted warm salt water, some reef action and an adventure. After res...
As a friend told me how her young son would narrate the backyard ball games he played by himself, I could relate. It’s called imagination and it was an innate ability that we used back before the internet, social media, video gaming and unlimited television choices. I used my imagination to do the same thing, even after I was much older than he is now. In the late 1960s, Greyhound men’s basketball was the hottest ticket in eastern New Mexico. Greyhound Arena was packed to the...
I sit at home in my office with “my box” at my feet wondering what awaits me in my next chapter. I put the words “my box” in quotes because it was the term a good friend always used anytime business got tough at the car dealership where we worked and he feared some of us might get fired. “Well, I’ve got my box ready,” he would say, referring to the box he would use to load the stuff in his office if his employment ended. Truth is, he didn’t have much of a box because he didn...
Today it is likely my basketball hero Pistol Pete Maravich’s career NCAA scoring record of 3,667 points will fall. A girl will displace him. Until a few weeks ago I had never heard of Iowa’s Caitlin Clark. I guess that might just be because I haven’t really followed major women’s college basketball. She’s been tearing it up over four seasons. Maravich played at Louisiana State University over 50 years ago and has been dead for 35 years. But for me he set the mark in basketbal...
Growing up in the country around here we really only feared three things when it turned dark. None of those things was the boogey man and none of them involved hunting snipe — we were almost fearless. You sometimes knew where any of those three things were located, depending on whose house you were playing at and how kind they were to visiting playmates. Sometimes even when you knew where these things were, it didn’t matter when a good game of tag, kick-the-can, football or ba...
Over most of my working life I only had a handful of illnesses that forced me to stay home from work. The last four years I’ve now had the flu three times counting this past week. The first two of those I was properly vaccinated and yet tested positive for the real flu anyway. I gave up on the flu shot and still it nailed me. I’m not sure if it’s the gregariousness of this job or the fact that I’m spending more time in doctors’ offices or what but this stuff is really getting...
The conversation started out, “You don’t know me but I’m on sort of a fishing expedition.” I had heard that opening gambit before and I usually relished what was to come. As I get ready to give up my career at the Roosevelt County Chamber of Commerce, those conversations will be one of the things I miss. Anyway, the fellow on the phone told me the object of his fishing trip was to try and locate anyone who might still own cattle of a certain breed called the American breed....
I’m privileged to have a Bill Vance original bolo tie and I’m not certain how I came to possess it. Just for the record, I did not steal it or find it on the street, but the true story of how it came into my possession is a bit foggy. First let me talk about the tie and then I’ll get to the story. Bill Vance was a gentleman who lived in Portales most of his life and I suspect was not a stranger to much of anyone in town. I knew his family because his youngest daughter Jill...
Last week we held our annual banquet at the Roosevelt County Chamber of Commerce and it marked a milestone for me as it will be my last as the Chamber’s executive director. Many of you probably know that I announced my plans to retire to our board last fall so they could be prepared before my Medicare kicks in this spring and I’m relaxing on Easy Street. Sure, I’ll have to get familiar with where all the soup kitchens are located and maybe check out those senior meals, but I d...
This the last in a three-part series tracking my trip through skin cancer. I’m happy to report the squamous cell cancer in the bald patch of my head is now gone. If you’ve been following along here since Christmas you know that after dragging my feet more than I probably should have, I was diagnosed with the skin cancer in early December. I was very fortunate that I was quickly passed off to a second dermatologist in Lubbock who was able to get me in quickly and do the sur...
This is the second in at least a three-part series about my journey with skin cancer. After getting the reaction I had received from several medical professionals, I was pretty resigned to the fact that the biopsy taken by a Roswell dermatologist was going to come back positive for cancer. A week later, it did. The doctor told me the lesion on the top of my head, right in my bald spot, was positive for a type of skin cancer called squamous cell carcinoma. It is the...
Not many of you can claim you received a rainbow for Christmas, but I think I did. Let me explain. My late wife, who passed in May, always dreaded the idea of cancer; thinking about it or hearing about someone suffering cancer would send her into a full-blown clinical panic attack. It was so consuming that she couldn’t be convinced to do regular screenings such as mammograms and pap smears. It worried me, but I eventually resigned myself to her fear. Shortly after she died, I...
I’ve always heard that in order to move forward in life these days a person has to continually reinvent himself. As 2024 rolls in, it looks like I’ll be doing just that one more time. Change should invigorate us, challenge us, even scare us. As I get ready to retire from my career as a Chamber of Commerce executive director, I expect to experience all of that and even more. I don’t yet know my last date, other than telling my board I wanted to be done before Medicare started i...
To say it hasn’t been a joyous Christmas holiday for me would be an understatement. I have boxes of Christmas decorations in arm’s length of where I get out of the car every night but the only hint within my home that it’s Christmas this year are the Christmas cards I’ve carefully placed on the mantel as I’ve received each of them. It’s my first Christmas without my sweet wife in 42 years and it hurts — a lot. I knew I would miss her, I just had no idea how much. Add to...
Are you ready for a Christmas party or three? I’ve got my share coming up and I’ve been to my share of office parties that were both excruciatingly dull and recklessly drunken. I never understood why someone you least suspected would end up getting totally smashed at the company Christmas party. Lots of people turned out each year just to see who it would be and how bad it would go. I suppose the Christmas parties I’ve organized over the years have always been a bit too corpor...
Technology has changed the world right down to the very part of that world I live in myself. It doesn’t take long to gather a long list of things we would have never dreamed of in our younger days. At the top of that list for me is cell phones. I didn’t have to dial the operator for every call and wait while she connected me, but my family did have a party-line phone service and rotary dial phones. Either of those would blow a young person’s mind today. By the way, the days...
Our Leadership Portales class, organized by the Chamber of Commerce where I work, recently finished up its annual section on “History and Heritage,” dealing with everything from when Clovis hunters butchered ancient bison just north of town to the travails of our local water situation. I lead a history windshield tour around town and my favorite stop is a place nearly everyone in town has noticed but no one has a clue what it symbolizes. The little structure next to a win...
With nothing left of Thanksgiving dinner now but leftovers, inquiring minds want to know if the big Thanksgiving debate reared its head at your table. I’m not talking about Republican versus Democrat values. I’m not even talking Dallas Cowboys versus Philadelphia Eagles. What I’m referring to is did you have dressing or stuffing on your table? To some it may seem like semantics. Isn’t it the same side dish, some would ask? No, it is not and your semantics and underst...
Thanksgiving has an incredibly interesting history, some of which you may not have been aware. Did you realize it took the pilgrims 66 days to make the crossing to the New World and they were subjected to terrible conditions involving lack of working plumbing and disease? Gov. William Bradford invited the Wampanoag tribe to the new settlement of Plymouth Colony for a feast that first fall. The Native Americans supplied five deer while the colonists added the labors of four...
It’s true that the more things change, the more they stay the same. Take for instance our recently completed municipal election in Portales. Water (or the lack of it) was perhaps the most important issue in the City Council election. In our first election 124 years ago water was among the reasons that spurred an election. Since the dusty cow town sprang up along the tracks of the Pea Vine (Pecos Valley & Northeastern) Railroad in 1898 the town had struggled to fight fire. N...
I suppose there are worse places than Tater Town where a body could grow up. While Chicago is known as the Windy City and New York as the Big Apple, Portales had its choice of nicknames when I was growing up. Some called us Goober Gulch and others preferred Tater Town. Either one fit us as we grew both peanuts and sweet potatoes but somehow we eventually became known more for our peanuts. My dad grew both crops. He was able to obtain peanut allotments from the government so...
I love all God’s creatures, but I’ve never been a feline fancier. I have two different cats that greet me at my mailbox. They trade off hanging out in my rose bush and I can cat talk with either with yowls but neither will approach. That’s kind of the way cats are, things are on their terms. I experienced a bit of childhood trauma because of a barn cat and her fuzzy little kittens. It all happened early one morning when I had nothing better to do than torment my little siste...
