The U.S. Census will tell you that 2.1 million people live in Houston. What it won’t tell you is why.
Too young to vote? Then you’re too young to camp (next to me, anyway) 4
If you’re a camper, perhaps you’ve seen those ready-made checklists that are designed to help you remember all your woodland requisites. Tent? Check. Sleeping bags? Check. Handcuffs? Oops – wrong list!
Ain’t misbehavin’ — who has the energy? 4
Last weekend Liz went to Arkansas to visit family, leaving me alone and unsupervised. Anytime she leaves town, she reminds me to behave myself. I’m pretty sure she does this just to be nice, because she certainly doesn’t need to – she knows as well as I do that I don’t have the energy to misbehave anymore.
Road trip? Awesome! Wake me up when we get there 6
“Road trip.” Are there any two words in the English language that conjure up more excitement, more romance or more mystique than these two? Of course there are! Don’t be stupid.
Next stop, Geezerville — population, me 6
I knew this day was coming. I’d known it for a long time; in fact, there were days when I would swear I could see it on the far horizon. But like turning points will, this one took me by surprise, and I’m kind of shaken. More…
Snakes on a plane? Maybe. Snakes in a church? Uhhh … 6
It’s not unusual to read that Americans don’t worship the way they once did, or about declining church populations, or the growing number of people who describe themselves as “spiritual but not religious” (which, BTW, actually means, “I once read the dust jacket of an Eckhart Tolle book but ended up buying the new Harry Potter.”). More…
