Embracing the D

In my pre-school years around our house in Hobart I was referred to as John D. to differentiate between me and my Dad, John.

I didn’t particularly like being John D. but figured when I got to elementary school I could drop it.

Not so fast. In my first grade class there were two other Johns, one of which popped off, “They call him John D.”

Stuck, because that’s all the opening Mrs. Caldwell needed to keep us apart.

I had that handle thinking when I went to OU I could ditch the D.

The only problem was in the Sigma Chi House there were three other guys from Hobart.

Stuck again.

Then, during my college years I had a job covering high school football games for the then Oklahoma City Times.

I got bylines in the newspaper and I just identified myself as John Montgomery.

One day I said something to my mother about having the bylines in the Oklahoma City newspaper.

“Nobody in Hobart knows that’s you because you didn’t use your name,” she said.

I thought to myself, calf rope and that was that.

jdm

Unless something changes soon it’s going to be bad news for the wheat belt in 2023.

The absolute driest portion of the entire United States is the northern Texas panhandle, the Oklahoma panhandle, northern Oklahoma Counties and the state of Kansas.

And it’s not that much better in other parts of wheat country.

Poor old farmers seemingly can’t catch a break.

Hopefully this week’s rain can help.

jdm

I read where air turbulence is up around the country.

I can fully attest to the fact.

Last week when were approaching landing at William P. Hobby Airport in Houston the plane was bumped and pushed around like a kite.

Bobby and Maggie Huddleston were on the same flight and noted the rough ride.

Bobby later told me he had only been on one or two worse flights in his entire life.