This blog has nothing to do with tobacco.  It is simply my ramblings on things past and things present.

First, the title.  The phrase, or perhaps more properly, praise, “gooder’n snuff,” was visited upon me throughout my North Texas upbringing, from childhood to college days.  I heard it when someone thought I was looking good, when they thought I was uncharacteristically humorous, or when they judged my opinion to be superior to all others.  I loved to hear it.  I loved to say it.

In 1971, I left my hometown, Wichita Falls, for the big city of Houston and left “gooder’n snuff” behind for the North Texans to use.  After all, newly acquired sophistication only allowed for so much.  It certainly didn’t allow for any identifiable colloquialism that would light me up like a cheap motel sign.

Fast forward 45 years.  I’m now 43+ years into a marriage to the finest woman I’ve ever known.  I’m the proud father of 2 grown, well-educated children with families of their own.  I’m Papa to 6 grandchildren.  I’m 7½ years into retirement from broadcast television news, a profession I enjoyed for 34 years.  But lately I’ve been having dreams about my past work life.  Now I’m the oddball outsider trying to get back in.  Bummer.  Something must be missing from my life.

I’m ready to find things that are Gooder’n Snuff again.

Here we go.