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

The Loser

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

The Chew Road to Knowledge

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

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.

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.

All That Litters

Trash collectors are not necessarily garbage men.

All That Litters

Trash collectors are not necessarily garbage men.

Kindred Spirits

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

Kindred Spirits

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

One Man’s Music

Harmony begins at home.

One Man’s Music

Harmony begins at home.

Whose Woods Are These?

As more and more city dwellers tread on the landscape, farmers and ranchers are less inclined to forgive those who trespass against them.

The Heat Treatment

This one has been a humdinger, but every Texas summer is broiling hot—and that’s nothing to get all steamed up about.

Going Under

For a man and his daughter out for a pleasant day’s
fishing, the first sign of danger was a man’s hat
floating silently down the stream.

Lord of the Flies

Fly-fishing is a particularly fastidious way of trying to fool a fish, but it’s also a particularly pleasant one.

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