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Today I read a tweet about Volvos, which made me think of the only friend I’ve ever known to actually drive a Volvo (Katie Thomas). From there, I started thinking about other friends who are equally outliers in their vehicle make & model choices, and I of course remembered
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It’s nearly 13 years later, and George W. Bush still sucks. But the night of his election was still one of my funnest memories. That evening, Micha and I were interviewed by Bud Kennedy of the Ft. Worth Star-Telegram. I finally found a copy of that article, all three
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Twelve years ago, I went to Houston to see my brother Michael. While I was helping him with some yardwork, I found his old DirecTV system sitting in the garage. I made him an offer, and had it shipped to Dallas. Hooked it up, got a signal, then called my
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[11:39] Jenn: I just realized how if I didn’t know you I would have nothing to do for the next 4 days [11:39] Jenn: today – soccer game [11:39] Jenn: tomorrow RUSH [11:39] Me: 🙂 [11:40] Jenn: Sat – Terrell and Sunday Jennifer [11:40] Jenn: It’
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Awhile back, I waxed poetically about the manna from heaven that is Cane’s Sauce. This was picked up by the Raising Cane’s Twitter account, and I was later rewarded with some free chicken fingers (which I graciously accepted). The free food came in the form of a gift
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Chris, Christina, my girlfriend Ellen and I walked into Campisi’s. None of us had ever been to this restaurant before. After years of hearing how great it was, we were finally giving it a shot. This version of Campisi’s required you to order at a counter. Chris and
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Our plane landed just one hour after leaving Busan. I looked outside my window and laid eyes on Jeju-do, the largest island in South Korea. Travel had been a whirlwind ever since we arrived in the country, less than one day before the United States squad started their first round
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The flight felt brutally long. Unlike the last time I flew overseas, when Continental Airlines had been kind to stock their planes with in-flight time-wasters such as movies, video games, and friendly flight attendants, their codeshare partner Northwest Airlines had skimped on such amenities, ensuring that they would continue living
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The flight attendant gently shook me awake. “Sir, we’re about to land. Please return your seat to the upright position.” It took several moments for me to process her words, I had been sleeping so deeply. On this leg of the flight, I was fortunate enough to have a
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I forget their names, but back in the day we had some amazing next-door neighbors when we lived in Southlake. The husband was pure Texan, tall, handsome, well-mustached and born wearing his Stetson. His wife was homecoming-queen gorgeous, and together the two of them had three adorable children. It was
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Everything was hazy. “Matthew,” called a muffled voice, “time to wake up.” My surroundings, although fuzzy, would come into slow, painstaking focus as the voice gently called to me. “Matthew, how do you feel?” I was cold, despite the thick blanket draped over my listless body. I was sitting in
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As I hit the outskirts of Shreveport, screaming down westbound I-20, it suddenly dawned on me that the national championship game was being played at that moment. In fact, it was within the state I was currently speeding through. It was LSU versus Oklahoma. Although the former school didn’t
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The day before Christmas is a big day in my family. It’s usually the one day where the entire family is in one place, and there was one year long ago that included myself and my older brother, mother, and father. While we were sitting around, the doorbell rang.
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Most every day, I bumped into Jim and would ask if he was up for lunch. Most every day, he said yes. And most every day, when I asked him what he was in the mood for, he would chirp, “Steve’s BBQ!” At that point, I had lived in
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One Thursday evening, I brought my then-love interest Amy home to dine with my parents in Southlake. Because they were early-rising farm folk, my mom and dad both went to bed soon after dinner, leaving Amy and I to our own devices. The two of us retreated to the den
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Years ago, I had gone off to school at a college within half-an-hour of my hometown. This allowed me to visit my parents often enough to use their washer and dryer each week. Sometimes my mother would help me with my laundry, which then allowed her to sneak me care