I just got back from Houston after an overnight trip, but during which, I got an opportunity to check out the stretch of Interstate 69 inside of Loop 610. The process of putting in new signs on the feeders, side street approaches, and overhead signs is ongoing. Some of those updates are already in place, either with fresh signage or with emblazoned print superimposed over the old signs.

Progress is the order of the day here, and significantly since my last visit...

Do you know what's truly destroying this country? Look in the mirror with your "her side" bullcrap. We are. Those on both ends of the political spectrum. With all this "her side" "our team" "his side" ridiculousness. After our nation descends into chaos from all of this "sides" stupidity, when it gets to the point that we can't even see each other as human beings, much less fellow Americans ,people are going to be looking for the truck that hit us...

This buzz-haired Texas guy is hitting the road tomorrow (Monday at this writing), albeit briefly. It's not just that I am going to Minute Maid Park in Houston to see my Astros play, but it's also to add to a winning streak on my end.

In my last four appearances at MMP in the last four years, the Astros have gone 4-0. And since they are coming off of a loss today and a rare road series loss in Detroit against the Tigers, the Astros could use some home cooking and some...

lol--loved it, thanks!

When the girl returned, some hours later, she carried a tray, with a cup of fragrant tea steaming on it; and a plate piled up with very hot buttered toast, cut thick, very brown on both sides, with the butter running through the holes in it in great golden drops, like honey from the honeycomb. The smell of that buttered toast simply talked to Toad; and with no uncertain voice; talked of warm kitchens, of breakfasts on bright frosty mornings, of cosy parlour firesides on winter evenings, when one’s...