Articles from the June 17, 2005 edition

Haberdasher Homer Tankersley said he was amazed when his sons followed him into the clothing business. Pilot Brad Telshaw said he was not surprised to find his son in the sky. Coach Eric Roanhaus said his two boys perhaps followed in his football footsteps “because of the same lack of intelligence I had,” adding those who can’t find an honest job end up coaching. No matter what dad’s reaction is, one fact remains clear. Some sons end up just like their fathers, at least where occupation is concerned. All’s well that ends... Full story

This column is geared to a special group of readers, though it may expand to include all of you with generous hearts. If you are in the first group, it is because you know a child who has or has previously had cancer. If you are in the second group, as most of my readers are, you may want to contribute to a cause that can truly make a difference in someone's life. The Camp Enchantment experience, held this year (and probably next year) in the Manzano Mountains southeast of Albuquerque, is geared to enhance the lives of New... Full story

Don McAlavy

If you tuned into KMUL radio in Muleshoe 25 to 45 years ago, you’d be certain to hear the “Muletrain News” six days a week. You’d hear the gravel-voice, gray-haired station manager Gil Lamb energetically begin his praises of Muleshoe country. Lamb would declare Muleshoe to be a good place to raise one’s children, with more churches than service stations, located only 18 miles from Earth and 29 miles from Bula Land. Here is Lamb’s story, with a lot of input from his daughter, Magann Rennels: Gil Lamb was a shoulder to... Full story

CNJ Staff

Boots have always had a special place in my heart — and feet — ever since I was a kid. Mom may have even had my first pair bronzed and made into excruciatingly garish bookends before I learned to walk. When I did learn to walk, I started off running and tripped on — you guessed it — a pair of boots. They were a size 2 with white bunny fur and caused me to spend seven excruciatingly garish years of my childhood missing a front tooth. My boots through the ages have really kicked some, shall we say, cow pies. They include...