Our Mentor and Hero

Pecos Bill Jr. was born to a real nice cowpoke name of Pecos Bill and his wife who were heading west with their thirty-two children. Bill Sebior (who would go on to build his own legend) knew right from the start that Junior was something else. He started talking before he was a month old and was reading education journals by the time he was old enough to sit on his Daddy's lap. And when he started to crawl, he would slither out of the wagon while his Mama was cooking supper and teach the bear cubs and other wild animals that roamed the prairies how to sit up and count to seven.

By the time he was fully grown Junior had become a member of the Texas legislature, which means he didn't really have to do anything, but Junior wasn't like those other politicians. One day he asked an old legislator he met on the way to the state capital where he could find an outfit to tame and the trapper directed Bill to a place where the fellers picked out textbooks and bit out the parts that they didn't like. That sounded like a promising place, so Bill Jr. set off for textbook building (they told him it was in Dallas), but on the way he got to reading and pretty soon he found himself educated. And sad to say, that was his undoing.

What Bill Jr. didn't realize was that his Daddy had ridden a tornado, which was like riding a turtle compared to riding the Texas Board of Education. Before Bill Jr. was unceremoniously removed from office he tried to lasso things like the civil rights movement, slavery, the U.N., Thomas Jefferson, and some of the other foolish stuff those folks were throwing over the fence.