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How fragile we are...

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Friday afternoon I loaded up my car and drove to Dallas/Ft. Worth. Not Dallas. Not Ft. Worth. Dallas/Ft. Worth. Actually, Hurst/Euless/Bedford. My mom and my sister both live in Bedford. And Monday my dad is having major surgery in Dallas. So here we are. Sometime ago my dad was diagnosed with bladder cancer. He did a good amount of BCG (Bacillus Calmette-Guerin) treatments, but his tough guy rebellious cancer responded with a big ugly "Whatever." In other words, it didn’t respond at all. Options were discussed, and first thing Monday morning there is major surgery on the schedule. Bladder and prostate and cancer will all be removed. The doctors say that it’s quite an extensive and invasive process, and that the surgery could take eight to ten hours.

The doctors have also told him (quite bluntly and honestly) that, considering his medical history and numerous pre-existing conditions, he may or may not survive the surgery. Anyone who has known my dad for any length of time w…

What did YOU do for spring break?

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Ah. Spring break.





With the deli’s proximity to not one but three spring break destinations, it’s been a special week for us. The San Antonio Zoo, Witte Museum, and Kiddie Park are all in spittin’ distance. That means that we’ve had the pleasure of seeing whole families come into the W. D. Deli this week - a lot of them were first-timers - folks we’ve never seen before! We are always excited to see new customers and introduce them to this great old house and some of the delicious stuff our staff makes from scratch everyday. As our sign by the front door says, we hope that they’ll "Enter As Strangers & Leave As Friends."


We started our spring break week Monday morning with an early bird couple visiting San Antonio all the way from Ontario. Throughout the week we had a steady stream of moms and dads and grandmas and grandpas and the most beautiful children we’ve ever seen. We served so many peanut butter and jelly sandwiches that we ran out of grape jelly and had to get into…

Penmanship

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Admittedly, I am a geek. About a lot of things. But one of the most outstanding things that I am a major geek about is penmanship, handwriting, and fonts. I really enjoy words and letters (both kinds of letters - correspondence and the ABCs). I like the way words look on the page, whether handwritten or typed. But mostly handwritten. I believe the way a person chooses to represent him/herself with a pen/pencil on paper says something about that person. Just the way the script looks on the page lets you know a little bit about how they feel about you as well as how they feel about themselves.

My personal history of fascination with such things probably begins, as most things human do, with my parents. My mom possesses beautiful penmanship. The letters always slant in the same direction and at the same degree. They are quite uniform and neat. My dad’s handwriting is just as predictable, albeit a little more aggressive looking. More slanted, more vertical, more hurried. If they were font…

Local Boy Does Good

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I enjoy my facebook time. And I realize that Betty White wasn’t completely wrong when she said on SNL that "facebook is a big waste of time." But through facebook I have reconnected with lots and lots of people. Some family members, some people from high school days, some from college, some from other experiences...

A couple of months ago a guy from Dallas contacted me on facebook. He wanted to know if I was the same Mr. Bobo who attended Anson Jones Elementary School in Oak Cliff in the 1960s. He remembered me as being "dressed really nice and having red cheeks and a baby face. You wore colorful shirts and most of us had boring clothes back then." I need to share this information with my mom, I guess, so that she can know that my classmates appreciated her attention to detail when dressing me for day after day of reading, writing, and ‘rithmetic.

For a while now, every once in a while, I get a friend request from a young man or young woman that I know from my teac…