Opinion

“Go on to Mount Pleasant. They’ve got a long, wide runway up there.” — Center Airport Manager Bill Neve’s advice after I reported instrument issues with my airplane.

As I write, I’m trying to relax in my recliner on a cold winter’s day next to a roaring fire, yet my feet are freezing because a large, semi-elderly cat named “Missy” – AKA “The Loaf” – is lounging on the fireplace hearth directly

Over the last two months, staff at Alpine Elementary have been hard at work designing and leading a culture shift on behalf of the children of Alpine. Why? Because, as Alpine Elementary’s motto states, The Bucks Start Here.

“Bells started ringin’ and chains rattled loud, I knew I’d moved in a haunted house.” — ‘Haunted House’song lyrics, recorded by Jumping Gene Simmons 1964. The old house was charming, even in stages of ruin.

The Alpine Police Department frequently receives multiple mental health calls each day. It is common for family members to contact 911 and report that their son, daughter, father, or mother is experiencing a mental health crisis and request a police officer. These situations require prompt and sensitive responses to ensure the safety and well-being of the individual in crisis. The police department collaborates with mental health professionals and community resources to provide appropriate support and intervention in such cases.

“My memory isn’t faulty; it just goes on vacation more often than I do.” — I would tell you who said that. But I forget.

It’s a very exciting time in Sul Ross State Athletics. I cannot fully explain how amazing it is to see the realization of such a major milestone coming to life. When I first stepped onto campus a little over three years ago, the potential of this place was palpable. I was so excited when I was offered the opportunity to serve as the Athletic Director and help nurture the department into what it is today.

On the road again, goin’ places that I’ve never been, Seein’things that I may never see again, And I can’t wait to get on the road again — Song lyrics written and recorded by Willie Nelson I’m thinking about going in the opposite direction. Geographically speaking, that is. This trip I’m thinking about could be made going two different directions. Center is only 17 miles from the Louisiana border, so going north for 127 miles would take me to Texarkana. And 134 miles of windshield time would find me looking at the city limits of Beaumont. Whichever way I venture from home, the initial leg of this proposed journey would be only 1/24, or roughly four percent, of the entire journey.