I was in the midst of preparing a blistering analysis of the forthcoming debate over national healthcare policy, when I was startled by a sobering piece of news which was relayed to me by my father. A longtime family friend has passed… Mister William “Bill” Jones.
This news bothers me so much that I know already that I will not be able to do justice to this man’s memory, and what his life example has meant to me… Especially during difficult times & trials. I found out earlier this week that he had been ill, but that he was doing better and was out of the hospital. I planned on going to visit him today or tomorrow.
My family had the Honour & Privilege of forming a life-long friendship with the Jones Family beginning in 1968, after my Dad returned from Southeast Asia and was assigned to Carswell AFB. They were members of the church we started attending; and the friendship blossomed & grew heartily. I was in the fifth-grade… My brother in the third-grade. All of us were immersed in various church activities…. And the Jones’ were one of many vibrant and illuminating members of not only our “church family”… But our extended family.
There were Friday nights when all of us would meet at Pulido’s for terrific mexican food & great family fun! There were also gatherings at each other’s homes for relaxation and fellowship. I remember times going to the Jones’ for bar-b-ques… Bill running the pit and leading the fun! My favorite times were when Bill would grill fajitas! They were absolutely the most tender and flavorful… THE BEST {And the steaks & ribs were good, too)!
Although I am a native Texan (born in Laredo), it was primarily and predominantly because of this time in my life, that I chose to henceforth call Fort Worth, “Home”. This is no small fete for an “Air Force Brat” who lived and attended school coast-to-coast & border-to-border, because I could legitimately lay claim to “hometown status” in any number of several cities or towns, among some dozen-or-so different states. I “CHOSE” Fort Worth! And Bill Jones was a large factor in that equation.
Bill was an “Oilman”… In every Honourable & Sensible precept of that description. He was formally educated at Texas A&I - Kingsville… With the wit and wisdom of the most learned of West Texas Sages! I don’t know if he knew how much he meant to me, in the process of me becoming a man… But I hope he knew, at least, that he had a hand in it all. To me, Bill Jones was as big of a figure & character in my life as John Wayne… And for me, that’s saying a lot!
Bill was a “Man’s Man”… A Gentleman of the First Order… And a shining example of how good, one man can be.