Ah, the good old days...steel dashboards, pointy knobs, lots and lots of glass and no seat belts! It's a wonder we made it this far.
The movie promo pretty much tells you all you need to know: "You should know up front, this is not a love story". It's simple. Direct. And about as close to truth in advertising as you're ever going to get.
I have a friend that eats, sleeps and breathes hunting (you know who you are, Tommy). But, if he ever suggested a picture like this to his wife -- he'd be the one hanging upside down.
According to the national media, we're having one of the coldest winters on record. That doesn't come as a surprise to anyone in Dallas.
I saw it all begin Christmas Eve in Granbury. There, in the comfort of my parent's living room, I sat sipping a Shiner Bock and watched it go from beautiful to BLIZZARD in about 0.3 seconds. Boomers, we barely made it out alive with our Bass Pro Shops gift cards. It was truly frightening.
The only thing scarier than spending a night with my family was driving home. I dodged pickups whose drivers didn't believe the laws of physics applied to them.
We only have sand trucks. And about a gazillion of us really do drive pickups. Think that's a recipe for disaster?
Walter Isaacson's new book, American Sketches: Great Leaders, Creative Thinkers, and Heroes of a Hurricane, is an eclectic collection of essays covering famous figures from Ben Franklin to Bill Gates.
Future terrorist or cute kid? It's always been a very fine line.
So Charlotte gets me a new iPod Touch for my birthday. Being only half technology geek, I think it's cool, but Boomers I had no idea.
It's a well-established fact that I like my music. But c'mon, does anybody really need a device that can hold a bazillion and one songs? Didn't Congress pass a law making airlines let you off any plane that's on the tarmac longer than three hours?
Allow me to translate this three-hour timeframe into iPod language. THREE HOURS. THAT'S ABOUT 60 SONGS. Shoot, I carry around that many in my head when I let the voices through.
It's almost like ruling the world without the pesky expense of maintaining a subterranean lair.
Drew Barrymore and Ellen Page have two things in common: 1) They're both past the point of getting by just on being "cute," and; 2) See point #1.
Anyplace where you can get crappy furniture and great fried chicken is OK by me. See what you think...