Fly rod or fishing reel, that’s romance

Bob Huber: CNJ columnist A couple of years ago I was in a quandary concerning an appropriate Valentine’s Day gift for my wife Marilyn. Should I buy her a new fly rod or a miter saw? I’ve always been a hopeless romantic. All our married lives I never let Valentine’s Day slip by without lavishing […]

Spring fever reminds of youthful romance

Bob Huber: CNJ columnist It happens every spring — hornets buzz, dirt blows, and I recall my youthful romance with Tangerine Crotchmire. It didn’t last — it just wasn’t meant to be — but it was a shining moment in my misspent youth, and it comes back every year to haunt me. Tangerine was the […]

Unsigned poinsettias are warning

by Bob Huber When Christmas dust settles, I always face a colossal quandary — what do I do with the poinsettias? They never come with directions. In many cases, I don’t even know who sent them. To my way of thinking, they’ve turned into a national dilemma. Do I transplant them in the garden? Hack […]

The year I made up my own tradition

by Bob Huber Here at Christmas Central where credit cards grow on trees, I’m recalling the time I draped yuletide lights on a pine shrub in our front yard. After the holidays I chopped down that bush in a fit of hay fever, so the next year I had to improvise a new display to […]

Tyson, Marilyn

Marilyn J. Tyson, 72, of Clovis, died Friday, Oct. 29, 2004, at Plains Regional Medical Center in Clovis. She was born on Oct. 31, 1931, in Chanute, Kan., to Virgil E. and Dorothy Ruth Koepping Tyson. She was a purchasing agent for the Pathology Lab in Santa Monica, Calif. She was of the Protestant Faith. […]

In tribute: Sisters grew closer with age

By David Irvin: CNJ staff writer Friends and family described her as determined, caring and even-tempered. She was a tomboy in youth and a superb cook in her later years. On Oct. 29 Marilyn Tyson of Clovis died at Plains Regional Medical Center after a short battle with cancer. She was 72. Tyson was born […]

Longest day becomes shortest night

by Bob Huber There was a crucial moment preceding my half-century matrimonial partnership that made my future wife Marilyn shout, “You WHAT?” Her scary attitude resulted from something I mumbled in her ear about eloping and getting married. We were students at the time at the University of Colorado, a campus full of world class […]

Underacheiver tree saved by wife’s a-peel

Bob Huber On the north side of our house, a scant five feet from our living room, stands a scraggly apple tree planted about the same time as the battle at Appomattox by a fun-loving previous owner. Each spring I prune it, because it likes to creep under the roof and change TV channels, and […]

Wife’s list secret to successful column

Bob Huber I spent time recently reading my wife’s daily journals, a set of diaries dating back more than 50 years to the day we married. Without going into detail, I have to say we award-winning journalists must occasionally resort to this type of devious activity in order to capture more prizes and get a […]

Credit, not blame, laid for 500th column

Bob Huber Today celebrates an historic event as memorable as the first three-day federal holiday or the research paper by a German professor named Waldseemuller who snubbed the myth of Christopher Columbus and declared Newark, N.J., was discovered by Amerigo Vespucci, thus labeling us “Damned Yankees” forever. What I’m talking about, without running up flags […]

Laughter marked life of uncommon lady

David Stevens She enjoyed writing and painting and collecting Indian artifacts. She played the piano, acted as literary agent for family members and loved gardening. She was a beauty queen — Miss Roswell in 1947 — and could have been Miss New Mexico if she hadn’t caught the measles and been eliminated from the competition, […]

Huber, Marilyn

Marilyn L. Huber Services: No services are planned at this time. Marilyn L. Huber, 72, of Portales, died Saturday, Sept. 27, 2003, at Roosevelt General Hospital in Portales. She was born on April 24, 1931, in Roswell, to Alta and Glen Wheeler. She was raised in Roswell and was named Miss Roswell in 1947. She […]

‘Slickem Skullatus’ strikes Huber home

Bob Huber No matter how you look at it, the only solution to baldness is hair. That’s what I keep telling my wife Marilyn these days, because recently she came under the auspices of modern medicine and overnight lapsed into what’s known in medical circles as the Michael Jordan Syndrome, or “Slickem Skullatus.” You see, […]

Dogs think better on a full stomach

By Bob Huber There’s a conspiracy in our house. It blossoms every day when my wife Marilyn and our dog Cody put their heads together. (Ironically, “Cody” is short for “Co-dependent.”) Don’t think I’m paranoid, but sometimes when I hear them whispering in the kitchen, I feel obliged to sneak up and take notes in […]

Beer-can tossers will not be tolerated

By Bob Huber Hey, you fun-loving, glassy-eyed, patriotic young squirts who each summer evening toss empty beer cans on our lawn. You’re in deep doo-doo. If you have any sense at all, you’ll get out of Dodge before sundown, because you’ve made my wife Marilyn mad. I’ll tell you, guys, when she gets mad, the […]

June is month of weddings, whimsies

By Bob Huber June always reminds me of Stephen Duck, the favorite poet of Queen Charlotte the Illustrious, wife of King George II of England, circa l683-1760. I don’t know why Duck sticks in my mind. I suppose it’s his name. Duck was a self-made bard who wrote “The Thresher’s Labour,” which caught the eye […]

Being an invisible man not always out of sight

Bob Huber This is a good day to brush up on your natural camouflage, otherwise called selective coloration by guys in white jackets who are picky about descriptive terms. My own invisibility is a case in point, but also a nuisance for my wife Marilyn who insists I could be arrested if I rely on […]