About Bill Hyche

When driving through West Texas I almost always see tumbleweeds. Most of them get carried by the wind into destinations unknown, but a few of them get caught on fences, on the side of a tree or next to a building. 

It occurred to me that my life stories are like these tumbling tumbleweeds. Most of them will be blown away by the winds of time and forever forgotten; but sometimes a story will stick in my memory. A couple years ago, I made a decision to share these life stories on a blog that I publish weekly.