Observations all along the line - Kimball & the Southern Panhandle First

Across the fence

The Dirty Thirties

When I chose 'Across the Fence' as the by-line for this column I envisioned neighbors casually leaning against a shared fence, spending a little time just visiting. Maybe the talk would be about the weather (my dad's favorite) or family history, perhaps comments on world news or local scuttlebutt. Whatever the topic, I hoped it would be something worthwhile, interesting, maybe a bit humorous or perhaps a little more somber and reflective, but generally of some merit. My dad and I used to have those kinds of talks. Sometimes we would be leaning against a fence watching the horses or sometimes w...