Ed Sterling wrote this column for almost three decades, so let’s open by celebrating his contributions to the Texas Press Association and its members. Ed was the calm, steady voice keeping us informed and interested.
My apologies, I got out of order on my columns. This is “More about Gunsight” that should have followed the Gunsight column of July 15.
I have found myself in the local Emergency Room several times during the pandemic. Let me just warn you … the Emergency Room is a different place these days. You can mark off at least three hours … if you aren’t very sick. Also, ER visits aren’t quite as exciting as they seem to be on television or as dramatic. Although my friend definitely needed to go to the ER, after about the third hour of sitting behind the closed curtain, I wondered why I was there. Did he need me? He was asleep most of the time. Did he need for me to answer medical questions? Was I needed to give blood donations or help with the paperwork? Not really. But when someone needs to go to the ER, it’s best not to go alone.
My late father, T. J. Newbury, was a grand story teller. Friends and neighbors in Early, TX, gave him high marks for joke-telling, and so do I.
The first Mercantile Store was erroneously reported in historic records as “The Ward Bros.,” who were reportedly the first owners of a Mercantile Store in Breckenridge.