Tom Kula, the Executive Director and General Manager of the North Texas Municipal Water District (NTM- WD), announced today that he is retiring when his current contract expires at the end of this month. Kula told the Board of Directors he will support a smooth and orderly transition.
Dear Aunt B,
Part of the joy of moving is the uncertainty of knowing where your stuff is, said no one ever. Granted, I’ve moved a lot. Unlike my mother, who lived in the same town for nearly 50 years, my life has been a bit transient at times. While I did live in the same house for my entire first 18 years, I soon entered into a moving kind of life. I moved to Kaufman. I moved to a Washington, DC suburb. I moved back to Texas: first to Mesquite, then to Forney, then Rockwall, then back to Forney. I even lived in Tyler for 6 months, once. Lots of packing. Lots of unpacking. I’m a pro. Nothing beats this last move, though. Turns out, moving a football field’s distance into a tiny house and moving back, all in 18 months, is a nightmare. Everything is right there at your fingertips but nothing is within reach. Take, for instance, my silverware. No, really. Take it. Someone apparently did.
Good afternoon and welcome to the first non- Covid column in ages. I trust you’re in good spirits. I hope you’re social distancing. I pray conspiracy theories haven’t overtaken your mind. I expect you’ve graduated from the bandana “stick ‘em up” look to the “random quilt fabric” homemade mask look. Lemme just say I know it hasn’t been easy, and I’m darn proud of us both for hanging in there. Enough about that. We’ve had some downright awesome goings on in our neck of the burbs! After 18 months of construction and a year of tiny house living, renovations on our 110 year old bungalow FI- NALLY came to an end. As I’m writing this piece, I am covered in bruises. I have more knots in my neck and shoulders than a sailor trying to pass a figure 8 tying exam. One of my hips has a hitch in its getalong. Also, I am painfully happy and incredibly blessed. The last month, in particular, was rough. Turns out, subcontractors don’t like to stay 6 feet away from anything. Nevertheless, we are in & the process of unpacking has begun. Boy am I finding surprise after surprise. That’s what I wanted to talk to you about today. I have mental conversations with my late daughter daily. Sometimes, she even talks back. This week, she’s a chatty Cathy.
In this climate of uncertainty that is becoming our new sense of normal, I have found myself increasingly hopeful we will emerge a better, cohesive more caring America; especially as it relates to education. I have seen so many creative approaches to teaching children, some of these methods should remain long after COVID19 is a distant memory. This predicament has forced us to look at education, health and life differently and with, hopefully, a new appreciation for each.