Traveling when Mercury is retrograde is always an experience. But nothing can be worse than losing one’s trailer key in the Dallas Airport. To be fair, when Kinky Friedman once penned the wise reminder, “It doesn’t matter if your destination is Heaven or Hell, if you’re flying in Texas, you’ll connect through Dallas…” Of course, … Traveling when Mercury is retrograde

What I don’t know about certain sports being very popular in Texas right now is not going to come as much of a surprise. But I’ll be brutally honest about a sport I really don’t understand: hockey. Ice Hockey. Sticks, skates, a little puck that flies through the air with the greatest of ease. Violence. … Sticks, skates, a little puck

I did exercise, first thing yesterday morning. If I were given to flights of fanciful exaggeration, some hyperbole to fit with the story, my climb would’ve been close to a thousand feet up the near vertical face of a cliff. It was actually a little different, it about three or four hundred vertical feet, maybe … If I were given to flights of fanciful exaggeration

It’s standard to listen to my dear sweet, innocent and much maligned Scorpio mother complain about how unfairly she’s being treated. It’s another thing to let her edit anything. Flying for an hour, listening to them (both parents) on the planes, then a couple of hours in the rent car, I’m pretty sure my original … much maligned Scorpio

I keep two suitcase, always packed, always on the ready — I keep waiting for that big break, you know, some important talk show host calls me up (I’m not naming names, but Springer comes to mind), and then there’s the hectic travel schedule I keep, too. It never fails, though, at the last minute, … I keep two suitcase, always packed

There’s a trick I use with myself when Mercury is backwards, and it’s a simple way to fool myself into thinking I got a lot accomplished — I look back and figure I did a lot even though not much was done. I know when the planets are in evil disarray, just like right now, … the biggest problem with astrology is astrologers

I was returning from “doing lunch” at the closest and easiest place to grab a quick meal, and I stopped by the convenience store to load up on an afternoon drink, one of those buckets full of ice and Big Red. To think, I was promised rain today, and although there were a few skimpy … buckets full of ice and Big Red

My day was shortened by a number of seemingly disconnected events, things like a quick walk through of a friend’s new house (she’s a Virgo, like that’s any surprise), “I know where Kramer was, he was peeing off the upstairs patio.” To be honest, I did use the new bathroom in the new house, but … I know where Kramer was

I’ve been rather lucky with the rain, as of late. Two days in a row, I managed to get in a long hike, over seven miles on Sunday, and both days, there was rain before the trek — and after — but not during. So I got home, covered in a thin sheen of sweat, … I’ve been rather lucky