High-tech innovation in the Big Bend
I had an interesting conversation with Rusty Moore earlier in the week while trying to put together a story on the phone and Internet problems faced in the Big Bend region on Monday.
Moore, who is the chief technology officer at Big Bend Telephone, gave me a good rundown of the problems that his company’s customers did NOT encounter. Yes, that’s right, while those of us who are tied hand-and-foot to AT&T had massive frustrations, Big Bend Telephone customers were doing just fine, thank you very much.
Given what I do for a living, I rely on uninterrupted Internet service. If the Internet goes down, the Daily Planet’s readership is zero. Not a good number for a young business looking to expand.
As Moore assured me, none of Big Bend Telephone’s Internet customers were affected. I had known that Big Bend Telephone had expanded its Internet service into Alpine and Marfa (with plans for much greater expansion throughout West Texas). And I had given some thought to talking to them about changing to their service.
I’m now convinced that changing to the locally owned company is the only sane thing to do.
Sometime after the holidays, I’m going back to Moore and do a full-scale interview on what Big Bend Telephone is doing … and their plans for the future. That company is one of our state’s hidden jewels. It’s innovative, it’s cutting edge and it’s dedicated heart and soul to the Big Bend region. Maybe just as important, the people who own and operate Big Bend Telephone live here, love it here and plan to stay here. They are our neighbors. They know the people in the Big Bend, they know our needs and they’re savvy enough to provide (and invent) products to make our wonderfully rural lifestyle better and better.
And, you know, there’s something kinda cool about knowing that I can run into a company’s top management at the grocery store or at the ballgame. Sure can’t say that about AT&T.
For the high school football fans
I watched both of the Class 2A state championship games not long ago.
Melissa beat Hempstead, 28-15, for the Division I title, and Refugio defeated Cisco, 36-35, for the Division II championship. That Cisco-Refugio game, by the way, was one of the better high school games I’ve seen. Wish I’d actually been at the game, patrolling the sidelines. (Actually, there’s an Alpine tie-in to the Refugio team, but I’ll write about that tomorrow.)
Anyway, here’s the point I’m winding around to: It struck me while watching the Cisco-Refugio game that the Alpine Bucks could have stayed on the field in a very competitive manner with either team. And I don’t think I’m looking at things through rose-colored glasses. We had a special team at Alpine High this year, the kind of team we can have every year with this coaching staff.
There’s no reason Alpine’s football team can’t be just as good as any in the state. I think 99 percent of the battle is “believing” – players believing and fans and family believing. And then following through on that belief with total commitment.
I think we all saw “total commitment” on the part of this year’s seniors. If we can build on that, Alpine athletes and their fans will be playing a game in mid-December in Cowboy Stadium. I’m not kidding. It can happen.
Oh, and when I say “total commitment,” I don’t mean that the players have to forgo all the other great things about being high school kids. You really can commit totally to excellence on the athletic field and lead a well-rounded life, both socially and academically.
Stupid West Texan of the Week award
Last week, we were driving down Holland Avenue and turned onto Fourth Street to go to Front Street Books and then on to City Drug.
After taking care of business at both places, we got back in the car and headed up to the Fourth Street intersection with Avenue E. Before getting to the intersection, we were cut off by maybe the stupidest person I’ve encountered since living in the Big Bend.
Yep, this guy turned off of Avenue E right into our lane. Pretty stupid, huh? Well, you haven’t heard anything yet.
The guy was on a bicycle and he was talking on a cell phone.
Think about this: A guy on a bicycle turns into the wrong lane, riding a bicycle, without wearing a helmet and talking on a cell phone.
As a somewhat fanatical cyclist myself, I’m often willing to give men and women on bicycles every break (no pun intended) that I can. A cyclist, after all, is in a very exposed position: He/she doesn’t have large amounts of plastic and fake steel surrounding her/him, like someone driving a car does.
But, my gosh, there are limits.
Cyclists in Alpine – well, cyclists anywhere – need to remember a few things. First of all, they have the same rights as any other vehicle operator out on our public highways and streets. They also have the same responsibilities. It’s pretty simple stuff really: (1) You have a right to be in your proper lane; (2) You can basically go anywhere that any other vehicle can go. However, you have to follow the laws that all other drivers – car, truck, motorcycle – follow. That includes using the proper lane, proper signaling, proper starts and stops, proper lane changes. And don’t talk on a damned cell phone while you’re driving or cycling.
Jeez, I do some pretty stupid things but I can’t think of anything quite that stupid. Sounds like something Rick Perry (no relation) would do.
Teddy and environmentalism
I just started reading an extraordinary book about Theodore Roosevelt, who rates No. 2 on my very short list of great presidents. No. 1 is Abraham Lincoln. Odd that my two favorite presidents were Republicans. The other great presidents on my list are: No. 3, George Washington; No. 4, Franklin D. Roosevelt; No. 5. Thomas Jefferson.
Andrew Jackson almost made my list but what he did to the American Indian was inexcusable. And Dwight Eisenhower almost made the list based solely on his warning about the industrial/defense complex.
But back to the point, which is the book I’m reading: “The Wilderness Warrior: Theodore Roosevelt and the Crusade for America,” by Douglas Brinkley (who is my current favorite historian).
In this monumental biography, acclaimed historian Brinkley examines the life and achievements of Theodore Roosevelt, our "naturalist president," and his tireless crusade for the American wilderness — a legacy now more important than ever.
Yep, as most of you know, Roosevelt was world-class hunter, but he was also, ahem, a tree-hugger. The man loved nature and wildlife and did everything in his power to protect both.
"The movement for the conservation of wildlife and the larger movement for the conservation of all our natural resources are essentially democratic in spirit, purpose, and method," Brinkley wrote of Roosevelt, known as the "naturalist President" for his efforts in protecting wildlife and wilderness, merging preservation and patriotism into a quintessential American ideal.
“The Wilderness Warrior,” Brinkley's massively readable new biography, explores the wilderness of influences (Audubon and Darwin), personal relationships (Muir and Pinchot), and frontier adventures (too many to mention) that shaped Roosevelt's proto-green views.
There has, literally, been a ton of good writing about Teddy, and I think I’ve read much of it, but I’m finding out all kinds of new things about this great and complex man. For instance, did you know that Theodore Roosevelt spent the day of July 1, 1908, the tenth anniversary of the Battle of San Juan Hill, creating 45 national forests.
In this biographical study of T.R.’s campaign to save hundreds of millions of acres of wilderness, Brinkley writes that “the forestry movement would be forced down his opponents’ throats.” Roosevelt’s intense love for nature was, Brinkley makes clear, a conqueror’s love — triumphal Darwinism — and included a “blood lust” in hunting the wildlife he championed. I can handle that, particularly given the alternatives we’re facing today.
If he were alive today, I’m sure Roosevelt would be a card-carrying member of the Sierra Club (an irritating member, but a member, nonetheless). I also think he’d support such things as the ACLU. Oh, and I think he would have thrown every single one of the “Too Big To Fail” serious men in jail, to rot until hell freezes over.
Anyway, I highly recommend this Roosevelt biography. It’s certainly the best-written I’ve read.
Ready for 40 more
I highly recommend a story on Page B3 of tomorrow's (Thursday's) Alpine Avalanche. It's the 40th anniversary story and photo in the upper left-hand corner. The headline says: "Perrys to Celebrate 40th anniversary."
There's a 40-year-old photo with the story. Great photo of two kids, one of them 24, the other 25. Yep, that's my roommate and me. Man, I have been so, so lucky. I tell everyone that I fell in lust first and then quickly fell in love. She's still the prettiest woman I know and the everlasting love of my life.
Cindy surprised me, by the way, by placing the anniversary story in the paper. I mean, I didn't forget our anniversary. It's Dec. 30 and I'm planning to take Cindy over to Padre's on New Year's Eve to celebrate -- and listen to two of our favorites, Jimmie Dale Gilmore and Butch Hancock. But, yeah, I hadn't thought to put anything in the newspaper. Some newsman I am, huh?
By the way, I've included the photo with this column. I posted the photo once before, right after my brother David sent me a copy. I didn't even know the photo existed. David (or his wife, Rosie) took the photo while they were visiting us in San Angelo shortly after we got married. Man, to look at us, you'd figure we'd conquered the world. Well, we had. We worked at the daily newspaper, which both of us had always dreamed of, and between us we were clearing $92 a week. Granted, we could only afford a house in a neighborhood where it was best to be well armed when taking out the trash. But, shoot, we were young and immortal; we didn't mind.
I have to tell you, it was refreshing to see that photo and remember that I was once young. I got to looking at myself in the mirror the other day and discovered that over the last couple of years, I've become an old guy, which kinda depressed me until I considered the alternatives (and thought through all the extraordinary memories).
Now Cindy and I need to work on the second 40 years. Let's see, I'll be 105 and Cindy will still be a year younger, the chick. I just hope that I'm still covering the Bucks when I turn 105, and I hope Cindy's taking the photos.
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