My Dog Wears Diapers

I’m not a particularly big fan of the cold, which helps explain why I don’t live in Minnesota (here’s another reason). Moreover, when someone says “ice sculptures” to me, I immediately think “Another wedding?!” and start planning how to fake my death and close my bank account.

But this Thanksgiving, the family (and I, tsk) enjoyed some time at the Grinch-themed ICE! exhibit at the Gaylord Texan in Grapevine, and it was downright enjoyable—cold, but enjoyable. read more…

I am a humble writer of words, and I only occasionally claim to be the smartest guy around, so I feel little shame in being confused by doctors and such. On the other hand, I do have a healthy dose of pride. Unfortunately, I guess I still look like a dum-dum. read more…

I normally don’t take credit for others’ successes, but that’s usually because they don’t represent true money-making potential. Well, I found me a winner, so I’m claiming it. Meet Ralph Lay, the man to your left. I’m counting on him making it big so I can mooch and—Lord willing—pay off my student loans. It’s a pipe dream, I know.

Ralph is, as it turns out, my stepfather and an all-around great guy. He’s also a former teacher and living history participant, thus explaining the get-up in that photo. This month, however, he’s also the voice talent for the Boerne Wild West Day television commercial. read more…