
Happy Mother's Day
Things were not easy for us when I was a kid. When my parents split up, it was still a somewhat unusual thing, whereas today, it seems the unusual case is for parents to stay together. It was just my Mom and I back then, as Dad was stationed on the other side of the globe. She taught high school during the day, adult ed at night, and worked on her master’s degree during the summer. At one point, she had 3 different jobs I recall. This was all fairly transparent to me. We never had a lot, but we had enough. I’m sure I wasn’t as appreciative then as I should have been, just as today it escapes my own daughters just how fortunate they are.
When I, like all sixteen year old boys, wanted to get a job to buy a car, she said no. “You’ll have plenty of time to work in your life”, and told me she wanted me to focus on my grades. I had friends working at McDonald’s and Bill Miller’s, making money and driving cars - I really wanted the “financial independence” that fast-food job would bring. Boy, was she ever right about that one. We filled out endless scholarship applications and the grades / test scores paid off; I basically won a paid ride thru Texas A&M.
To this day, she still works harder than anyone I know. Now just one job, but still 80-100 hrs a week at Alamo Community College where she is a full professor. At an age when most people are thinking about retirement, Mom went back to school to start work on her doctorate. And, about 5 years ago, at 60+ she earned her phD. Since starting that journey 10 years earlier, she buried two parents, and then unexpectedly a brother.
A hundred times she could have quit through the years. Through all those long nights of grading papers, writing papers, helping me with my writing and projects, working literally all night more times than I can count just so we could have a normal life. I doubt I could ever say thank you enough for your sacrifice Mom. I can say now that I truly appreciate you. Happy Mother’s Day Mom.
Veteran’s Day was this week and I received an email from my Dad, the Colonel, that I wanted to share with everyone. No, it has nothing to do with technology, but it has everything to do with being an American, and being grateful. Things that I believe are in short supply these days.

We just returned from Smith Point Texas where we witnessed feats of ordinary heroism that warrant recording here. Lets start with Fred, president of the volunteer fire department, and his wife Jennifer, who the next day after the storm return to Ike’s bullseye to assess the damage, and took pictures of everyone’s home and posted it on the web so that all the neighborhood could see the condition of their home. And Fred, heeding the calls of a desperate voice far off in a quagmire of mud dredge up from the bay and deposited all over Smith’s Point by Ike, found and rescued a man who floated on a tank 11 miles from Port Bolivar. Fred and Jennifer are a force at the Fire station every day, handing out meals to those returning to dig out. Did I mention, Fred and Jennifer’s home is a total loss?