If you'ved delved this far into the site, then you're obviously a glutton for punishment. However, I am still going to give you one last opportunity to get out without having to see a picture of anybody. If, after reading this warning, you still decide to waste your time loading a graphic file, then you have nobody to blame but yourself.

My name is Bob Badger. At least, that's what I call myself. I was christened Robert McKee Badger by my parents, but at various times in my life I have been known as (in roughly alphabetical order)

...and a bunch of names that I wouldn't have wanted my mother to find out that I know how to spell. We lost her in 1984, but she would find out anyway...she always did.

My parents ended up in Littlefield at about the same time during the Great Depression (early 1930's). They married but remained childless for nearly fifteen years when I was born in 1947. My father had been the bookkeeper for the Yellowhouse Land Company, which was charged with selling the Yellowhouse Division of the famed XIT ranch in small plots to individuals. My mother had taught school before she and my father married. After Dad died in 1957, she resumed her teaching career, and I had the onerous duty of attending her English class during my first year in high school.

I was very interested in music as a youngster, and, after high school, I attended Texas Technological College (at that time) on a music scholarship (I was a baritone/euphonium player in the band). I taught band in a couple of public school districts in West Texas for five years after graduation, but in 1973 I got the devastating news that my hearing was deteriorating, and that I was going to have to get out of "the business" if I was to have any hope of salvaging what hearing I had left. Rotten luck, huh?

Through the intercession of a couple of dear friends, I was able to get a job as a Sanitarian (a four-bit word for a health inspector) with a local health department in a medium sized West Texas town. After a couple of years, I was hired for a Sanitarian job with the Texas State Department of Health (its name at that time), and I've been with the same agency through several name changes (the agency's and mine).

I have been married to a couple of lovely ladies...the first of whom is the mother of my two sons. It's a shame that people like me who try to be good can't stay bein' good, or at least appearin' good. I find it ironic that my two failed marriages resulted in both the most joyful memories of my life and the most painful memories.

I like bein' outdoors, dogs, cats, all kinds of other critters, playin' word games, writin' corny poems and stories, carpentry, music, and eatin'.

I truly hope that you find something that you enjoy on this page. If you do, great! Come back every now and then and see what else has been added. If not, come back anyway, just to see if things have changed.

Okay, okay! If you insist!

Here's a picture of me.

Here's a picture of Bishop. (my elder son) Bishop lives in Austin, Texas, and plays percussion in a Post-Modern Rock band. ("Don't tell Momma I'm a drummer in a rock band...she thinks I tend bar in a strip joint!")

Here's a picture of Gator. (ya By Gawd better not keep callin' him The Baby! Gator is one of the best "people persons" I have ever known.