Editor’s Note: The following is the last weekly column Scott Gross will be publishing in The Kerrville Daily Times, as he has decided to focus his energy and time on some other interests. We thank him for the great stories he’s shared with us over the past year — all of which we feel were im…

I had suspected since the beginning of our relationship that the FAA (Federal Flight Administration) had no sense of humor.  

You could smell the seafood from a block away. Or, perhaps, it was only my imagination. Whatever was the case, Buns and I had our sights firmly set on Scoma’s at the south end of Fisherman’s Wharf in San Francisco.

I’ve always wondered why God hasn’t seen fit to send updates for the Ten Commandments. Whenever I have complained, someone always commented that maybe I just wasn’t paying attention. Perhaps God had sent all sorts of revisions and updates and maybe, rather than blaming the Maker of the Unive…

I have to admit, I was not a very generous dad. Let me explain: If, for example, you needed new shoes, there was no question you would get them. But, if you wanted the latest and greatest athletic shoes, Dad would happily spring for the price of ordinary shoes, and the rest would be up to you.

Big, bold black letters warned in English to beware of pick-pockets. That should have been a sign. 

Buns is not fond of baggy shorts. In fact, she will, on occasion and completely without warning, reach out and give my waistband a sudden boost. It’s OK. I’m used to it.

The other day, my wife and I had what we would describe as a terrible fight. Our so-called fights are always tongue in cheek, rarely last more than 30 seconds, and we wouldn’t dream of name-calling or worse. Our latest “fight” went something like this: She began by trying to score quick poin…

In 1955, I made a deal with the furnace that lived in the basement of my grandparents’ house. Our agreement was that if I promised not to venture any further than the basement step, second from the top, “it” would stay in the basement.

It all started with an unseasonable stretch of rainy days in southern California. They say it never rains in southern California, but it pours. (I borrowed that.) 

Jeff wears a Wal-Mart vest complete with nametag on the front and a box cutter in the right side pocket. His wife, Melissa, writes in neat, feminine cursive remembered from grade school. Their daughter, Cassandra, gets good grades as attested by the report card found in the console of their …

We were on our way to a romantic two days at the Texas coast. We had hoped to squeeze in a mini-vacation of sorts between the too-hot afternoons of late summer and the too-cool days of an early fall.

As you get older, your habits change. You eat dinner earlier. Who else but old people would want a Denny’s dinner special at 4 p.m.? And speaking of four, who else but old people would be awake at

It was a throw-away line about holding hands. I didn’t write it on purpose. It just seemed to write itself. But it proved my suspicion that you never know when and how you are touching someone or being touched by others. The line, delivered to my audience, surprised even me. For some odd rea…

The facts may not always support the conclusion, but living in a small town certainly feels safer. And it’s logical to think the nearly 50 miles of rolling hills between Kerrville and San Antonio presents a geographical, sociological and economic barrier that protects us from the wild ideas …

When people ask if we have kids I usually reply, “One good one.” That’s it.

If the millennial generation had its way, the Ten Commandments would have been the Five Emojis.

At first glance, the idea of funneling city council requests for information through the city manager is a no brainer. But take a second look and you might think differently.

Every year in late spring, a big yellow school bus would pull to a squeaky stop at the end of our long, curving driveway. Forty or so young men in gym shorts and Center Point Pirate T-shirts would push their way off the bus and begin a sweaty run, first west past Camp Verde store, then east …

I didn’t think retirement would be all it was cracked up to be, and I was right.