Roughly 80 years ago, women in white blouses and khaki slacks marched about the barracks and hangars of Sweetwater, Texas, a place surrounded by little more than open sky, sagebrush and apparently enough rattlers to crown it the “Rattlesnake Capital of Texas.” From personal accounts, though, these w...

My grandfather grew turnips as a fall cover crop. When my brother and I were helping him, we would make a visit to the turnip field. He would pull up a ripe turnip, peel it back, and tell my brother and I that it was “candy.” While it didn’t taste like candy, it did taste good, and it gave us a tast...