Wow. This is terrible. Please vote ‘What were you thinking?’

Though I may be the one of the few who had grown to like the old logo and pinstripes.

Laptop, WiFi, Layovers, and ISP.

Not sure why anyone will be doing it, but if you google “backporch beer” we’re the first hit.

Every time I come to California, I realize why real estate is through the roof here, at least on an emotional level. There are very few things not to like. If I didn’t have Jake and Missy waiting back in Houston, I truly doubt that I’d be able to get on the plane and head back.

Wow. Armstrong himself admitted that he rode a terrible race today over the Col du Galibier and the Alpe d’Huez. He may have snagged yellow, but this time up the Alpe, he lost a couple minutes to a young guy named Iban Mayo.

The story which makes me happiest, though, is Tyler Hamilton, the damn Yankee from Marblehead who broke his collarbone on the first stage. A week later, he’s still riding, and is holding sixth place overall. Holy crap. This guy is tougher than nails, and was attacking on Huez today. After riding over the Galibier.

Good stuff.

Can we stop naming shit after Ronald Reagan now, please?

And the next Nimitz-class aircraft carrier will be called the George H.W. Bush.

So naturally, the one after that will be the USS William J. Clinton, right?

I have been offering this developing concept privately for about a month, so I thought now would be a good time to offer it to the backporch beer drinkers for consumption:

The short version: Crime as a relevatory theme in music is pretty old. I think it draws from the fact that music is often an outlet for idle hands as much as the proverbial outlet. So, people with idle hands sometimes eventually find their way to creating music and writing songs about what they know. In my day this was most obvious in rap, so I was surprised to come across it in an old Grandpa Jones song.

Upper-class version of Jager/Bud girls.

Cultured, college-educated women in their 40’s are hired go to social club bars (The Yale Club, Cincinati Society, Cosmos Club etc.) and push 25 year-old McCallan Scotch, rare Ports, vintage wine, etc. on independently wealthy old men.

“Truly, a distinguished gentlemen appreciates the finer things in life, like this 1906 Baron de Lustrac. Would you care for a dram?”