Sometimes I wax a little philosophical. It is not that I have any degree of intelligence or hoard some great reservoir of personal knowledge, but rather that I attempt to seek some types of guidance and direction toward life. Being somewhat weak and uninspiring, I struggle to recognize those talents that historically have made average men into the mold of greatness.
The older I become, the more reflective I aspire to be. In these moments of past awareness, I have journeyed back into the past and dwelled on individuals who may lack the veil of prominence, but nevertheless have impacted my life into a positive vein.
In my youth, Seymour, Texas was more than my home; it was an adventuresome walk through life. Although it was somewhat dusty and remote, it provided me with the comforts and identity that haunt the corridors of recognition for present generations. A vast assortment of people and personalities called Seymour home. People lived their lives that in appearance seemed mundane, but many had a greater depth of universal awareness and understanding about life than the inhabitants of some universal mecca of learning may have exhibited.