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 […]