John Graves

John Graves was born in Fort Worth in 1920 where he explored the Trinity River bottom before it became littered with beer cans. He graduated from Rice University, received a master’s degree from Columbia, and served in the Pacific as a firm lieutenant where he lost the sight in one eye. He taught at the University of Texas and Texas Christian University before writing four notable Texas books, Goodbye to a River, Hard Scrabble, From a Limestone Ledge, and Myself and Strangers. Over the years, Graves has also contributed to Texas Monthly and written for the Sierra Club, the Atlantic, Esquire, and the New Yorker.

Stories

Kindred Spirits

Don’t both with séances or clairvoyants. There is a much better way to contact the shades of the past.

All That Litters

Trash collectors are not necessarily garbage men.

All That Litters

Trash collectors are not necessarily garbage men.

Through All Kinds of Weather

The best thing about the weather is complaining about it.

Through All Kinds of Weather

The best thing about the weather is complaining about it.

Sacred Cows

Cows are dumb, they eat a lot, and they cost more to raise than they’re worth. Still, you can’t help loving ’em.

The Chew Road to Knowledge

Perhaps, after all, girls should go with boys who chew.

The Loser

When another farmer goes broke his neighbors thank God it wasn’t them; then they wonder when their turn is coming.

The Loser

When another farmer goes broke his neighbors thank God it wasn’t them; then they wonder when their turn is coming.

Building Fever

It’s a chicken coop. I built it myself.

Building Fever

It’s a chicken coop. I built it myself.

Stayin’ Alive

Varmints: we can’t live with ‘em and we can’t live without ‘em.

Stayin’ Alive

Varmints: we can’t live with ‘em and we can’t live without ‘em.

Fencing Myself In

The best defense is a good fence.

Fencing Myself In

The best defense is a good fence.

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