I heard some news from our Burleson Star editor, Bethann Coldiron, about the infamous Broadway Baptist Church stained glass windows, also made famous by one of its members, Van Cliburn.
Monday morning started out like any other morning. I got to work, made some coffee and then had to go take pictures for a business groundbreaking ceremony.
Operator: “911, what’s your emergency?”
TOS: “Well, um, my wife and kids are gone. I’m not sure what to do.”
Operator: “Gone? How long have they been missing?”
Buster: I heard a Burleson old timer speak about the famous Burleson cattle barn. What about it? Where was it? Do you know?
The Johnson County Junior Livestock Show is coming to an end this week. I would like to congratulate all participants who put so much time and effort into their animals and projects.
So I’m parked in the den the other day, sprawled on my comfy couch, watching my favorite TV show not shot in black and white or from the 1960s—that being “Bizarre Foods with Andrew Zimmern”—when I
So while I’m waiting for the pain meds to kick in, let’s talk about dad radar for a bit, shall we? Mind you, dad radar is generally not nearly as potent or vigilant as mom radar.
Mike: I need a good story to tell my grandchildren about how the Christmas season was observed in Burleson “in the good old days. ” What do you have?
Howdy, Burleson. Let’s talk about something that has been on my mind for quite some time. Millennials.
I lost a friend recently. He and I had been friends and partners for the past seven years. Though, this friend wasn’t human. Rocky was a little quarter horse.