Don Newbury
Dr. Newbury spent more than 40 years in higher education, including presidencies at Western Texas College in Snyder and Howard Payne University, and was named HPU Chancellor in 1995. He and his wife, Brenda, live in Burleson, TX, where they have lived since semi-retirement began in 2000. He has been a public speaker for more than 60 years and continues to fill engagements throughout the state. His column, begun in 2003, runs in about 200 print and online newspapers, mostly in Texas. During his HPU presidency, enrollment reached an all-time high of some 1,400, and several major buildings were constructed. Their daughters, Jana Penney and Jeanie McDaniel, are HPU alums, as was their oldest daughter, the late Julie Choate. Dr. Newbury, a 1956 graduate of Early High School, holds B.A., M.J. and Ph.D. degrees from HPU, The University of Texas at Austin and University of North Texas, respectively. He also is the recipient of an HPU honorary doctorate. Dr. Newbury has authored several books.
The Idle American
THE IDLE AMERICAN: They met at a rodeo
The expression about an ill wind blowing no good goes back almost five centuries. Just 52 years ago, however, a true-life example occurred at what seemed to be an unlucky turn of event at a Justin,
THE IDLE AMERICAN: Now I’ve heard tell
Our sense of hearing is to be treasured. The sound of ships nearing shores, buzzers sounding at the end of victories and fireworks signaling a new year are but three examples. There are, however, pitfalls to
THE IDLE AMERICAN: What could possibly go wrong?
It was an afternoon when elements of Murphy’s Law loomed, not in cataclysmic ways, but merely gnawing tidbits of annoyance–for both me and others–that harkened us back to lessons of a children’s book, The Little Engine That
THE IDLE AMERICAN: One courageous mom
A Wheel of Fortune contestant, one Reginald Somebody, answered matter-of-factly to host Ryan Seacrest’s query about life goals. Reginald answered soberly. “My dream is to hawk beer in every major league baseball park in
THE IDLE AMERICAN: Same song, second verse
It should come as no surprise to those of us who have reached “geezerhood” that our ear drums are challenged annually by random sounds–from up and down, here, there and all around. It’s the sounds of
THE IDLE AMERICAN: A Royal ‘Hang-up’ in Dallas
It’s usually a “ho-hum” thing when my Uncle Mort calls. If it’s about business, I make sure to “think monkey” in front of it. Recently, his “jabber” included details of his “blind hog luck” while fetching
THE IDLE AMERICAN: The greatest among us
Often, I believe, writers spend too much time on the “what was” and “what will be” instead of the “what is.” I admit to such whimpering occasionally, and this time, make no promises to do better,
THE IDLE AMERICAN: One grateful guy
The Holy Bible teaches that it is more blessed to give than receive. Many folks along the way have–through various ways–expanded boundaries of giving. Someone campaigning for increased giving to the church reminded that “the Lord
THE IDLE AMERICAN: Weary of it all
I’m weary of TV and Internet ads, namely those promising more than is usually delivered. My focus today is largely on outlandish appeals thrust upon us by lawyers and political candidates. (If lawyers omitted references to
THE IDLE AMERICAN: Behind the masks
If all the COVID-19 stories were laid end to end and submerged, it might be a good thing. Most of us think of this acronym (Corona Virus Disease-2019) in negative terms. However, just as some first century
THE IDLE AMERICAN: When ignorance is bliss
Since when do I feel the freedom to “lump” more kinfolks into the bin already spilling over with “we-should-have-known-better” contents? Regrettably, we must make room for one more–my wife’s cousin. Paula Ward–wedded to Jason Ward of
THE IDLE AMERICAN: Tire-kicking end in sight?
How used cars are marketed shouldn’t matter to my ancient Uncle Mort. After all, he swore off use of traditional transportation in the late 1900s when they started pricing gasoline in dollars instead of cents. Now,