By LARRY M. JONES
Years ago, I had a good friend in the Navy, who was actually my immediate superior in the chain of command, whose comment made an enduring impression on me. He looked up from his desk one day, and said, “Larry, (he always called me Larry, even though my first name was Lieutenant Commander at the time) we have one of the best jobs in the world.” And how is that, I thought to myself? He went on to explain that we were paid fairly good salaries to fly around in shiny airplanes and visit exciting parts of the world. We were given a title (just like royalty), wore nicely tailored uniforms, and hung around with some of the most impressive young men and women in the nation. Danny loved his job. He went on to retire as the Chief of Naval Personnel, a Vice-Admiral.
With regard to having a great job, I currently enjoy my small role in writing for the Weatherford Democrat and the Mineral Wells Index. While there are no titles, uniforms, adventure, or “fairly good salaries” involved, it has provided me with other blessings. In this capacity I have been able to document my recollections, promote my opinions, and even perhaps give others pause to reflect. This interaction with others has probably been one of the most rewarding parts of the job. It has allowed me to meet and interact with a host of my readers, each having another dimension to add to life’s evolving picture.
One of these is a spry lady of 87 years who has been writing to me for nearly a decade. Mrs. Nell Brown, who grew up just across the river from the “pore farm” in the Lipan community, has written several letters providing me encouragement, as well as occasionally pointing out the possible error of my ways. In these days of electronic instantaneous media, it’s refreshing to receive a lovely hand written honest-to-God letter personally delivered by my delightful mailperson, Suzanne Jones.