It's one of those overly beautiful nights here in the Davis Mountains.  Cool breezes blowing around, in the screen door on the bedroom balcony (why did I wait so many years before putting one on?!), ringing the big wind chimes in the garden.  Puffy clouds floating low over the mountains illuminated by the full moon above.  Earlier this evening I just sat on the front steps with an after dinner cup of coffee and watched it get dark.  I heard an animal noise I've not heard before down the canyon a bit.   Sounded like a big cat and probably was - a lion or a bobca

I put up a Facebook page this morning as a rallying place for people, such as myself, who are concerned with KUT cutting the schedules of Larry Monroe and Paul Ray back to almost nothing.  As I was doing so I reflected on what KUT has meant to me, how important it has been to me throughout my life.

KUT played a major role in my development as a human being, for better or worse (I'd like to think for the better).