Monday, April 17, 2017


George, our better-than-standard poodle, had his usual monthly appointment with the dog groomer late last week. As we were leaving, the owner spritzed him with cologne. George didn’t react, and I didn’t think anything of it until we walked into the off-leash dog park later that same afternoon.

A large dog of dubious heritage met us at the gate, sniffed George up and down, and said, “Ewwww, man. Do you stink. Can’t imagine where you’ve been, but you better find yourself something good and dead and roll in it right away. You’re disgusting.”

Wednesday, April 5, 2017

We May Not Need It

While walking my dog in the park this morning, I phoned my sister-in-law to find out what’s going on in her part of central Texas.
We are both concerned about the wall our president wants to build between Mexico and Texas. It presents a couple of obvious challenges. The legal border between the two countries is the Rio Grande River. If the wall is built on U.S. territory, are we willing to give the land between it and the river to Mexico? It may not seem like much to us, but it does belong to someone who might need every little bit of land they own to make a living.

As a developer, I'm surprised our current president isn't more considerate of the potential loss of useable land.
There’s also the question of Big Bend National Park. It's gigantic. The suggestion has been made that it would be easiest to build the wall around the northern boundaries and leave the park to be policed by the border patrol. If this is done, tourists to the park would theoretically be required to present a passport to visit Big Bend. The thought that any elected official would consider placing that majestic park outside our national boundaries is ludicrous.
The latest number of illegal aliens crossing the border between Mexico and the U.S. has been reduced to 18% of the recent past. They’ve heard our laws are being enforced and are staying away. Perhaps we won’t need the wall after all.

Tuesday, April 4, 2017

Love Your Rock

According to existential philosophical theory, we all live lives of quiet desperation. Some aspect of our existence is limited in such a manner that each and every one of us experiences great pain or frustration. An existentialist believes the way to achieve happiness is to learn to accept and/or love your limitations.

Sisyphus is a figure in Greek mythology who scorned the gods and hated death. His disobedience earned him a terrible punishment: he was sentenced to spend eternity in back-breaking labor that accomplished nothing.

He was ordered to spend all day every day pushing a gigantic boulder to the top of a steep hill only to have it roll back where he started.  For Sisyphus to find happiness from the existentialist perspective, he must learn to love his rock.