Re: Certainties, Self-Examination and BS, I was born in Dallas, November 19, 1943. If I have family members still alive, and I most likely do, an overwhelming majority of them live in Texas. My mom and dad were both born in Texas. I lived roughly half my life in Texas. I’ve written books on Texas history, still in print. I’ve seen Texans inside Texas and outside Texas the great percentage of my life.
Some of my best friends are Texans, and [for God’s sakes] I’m a Texan.
As well as a veteran who volunteered for the US military at a time I thought we were going to war.
I am, or some of my best friends are, otherwise qualified for the stereotypes in the last post.
Some days I post entries I remember dozens of times throughout the day and laugh every time I remember them. The previous post is one such.
I’m not asking anyone to laugh at my humor because I laugh at it. I don’t even ask anyone not to be offended by it if they choose to.
It honestly ain’t no big deal. I got myself a good laugh, and if I enjoyed it more than you did it’s okay.
I’ll go and try to sin no more, maybe.