Monday, July 14, 2003


There's another woman in my life today...Claudette. She can't make up her mind.

Claudette is a tropical storm, apparently bent on becoming a minimal hurricane. This morning (at least what I call morning although sane people call it the middle of the night) Claudette was taking aim at Brownsville, in deep deep South Texas and appeared to be nothing more than a passing nuisance to my world. Now she's bearing down north of Corpus Christi which means I must alter my course too. I must fixate on planning as we try to out-guess the storm, get people in position, and information on the air.

As of right now, the plan is in place, I'm all set to go, but now I must wait for Claudette to ready herself.

There's a certain familiarity to all this...the women in my life have trained me well.
Speaking of imperfect planning. Did you see this?

What if this is really a subtle terrorist plot?

Do you really trust your garden gnome?