That Little Voice You hear the footsteps of those who have gone before returning for a brief visit. They are guided to this annual reunion by the fragrance of the gold, yellow, and red-gold Marigolds lining the streets and gracing altars (ofrendas or offerings) in homes in every Mexican village, city, colonia, and outpost.

I’m sitting in a little coffee shop here in Eastland, Texas this morning. My view is over some cars to a wooded hill washed in early morning light. Trees are necessary in this part of West Texas where sunshine seems to acquire a extra measure of glare.

To the Editor: Wouldn’t it be nice if on Election Day no one showed up to vote. 100% had voted early.

To the Editor: I was moved to reply to the front-page article regarding Becky Snyder’s opinion of the need for an apology from the school board to the librarians. From what I read in the article, the librarians were never insulted, but the books being put into the school system were.

“How’s that? Better here or here? What about here or here? Ok. Is it better here or here?” Click. “Okay. How about this? Is it better here or here? Okay. Is it better with 1 or 2? 2 or 1?” Click. “Okay, read the smallest line possible.”

Living in a rural area offers many advantages—unobscured sunrises and sunsets, skies lit only by stars, the sounds of birdsong and breezes wafting through the trees instead of traffic and industry noise. However, this city girl still needs her “city fix,” so I regularly make the 60-mile trip to Katy, a suburb of Houston, to shop, meet friends for lunch, get my hair cut and get my car washed.

C Texans who wish to vote early in the Nov. 5 general election have until closing time Friday, Nov.

T EXAS History Nov. 4, 1940 was “Dealey Day” at the University of Texas as “Mr.

That Little Voice You hear the footsteps of those who have gone before returning for a brief visit. They are guided to this annual reunion by the fragrance of the gold, yellow, and red-gold Marigolds lining the streets and gracing altars (ofrendas or offerings) in homes in every Mexican village, city, colonia, and outpost.

I’m sitting in a little coffee shop here in Eastland, Texas this morning. My view is over some cars to a wooded hill washed in early morning light. Trees are necessary in this part of West Texas where sunshine seems to acquire a extra measure of glare.