A Quick Friday Rant: Let Me Say This About That

This has nothing to do with Dallas except for the fact that I read it in my STILL unairconditioned house. I do not feel sorry for that guy. After eleven years, he speaks NO English? Hell, after four hours in Africa, I could say “red wine” in Setswana, Afrikaans, Swahili, Zulu, and sign language. Sorry, that dude had two lawyers and he still thought it was a good idea to walk through security with $59,000 cash. Hmm. And he paid how much in income taxes? IJS. Next. Don’t have time to link to Trey’s shout out of my hood, Midway Hollow. I’m one of the few residents without a “Midway Hollow, A Treasure To Keep” sign in my front yard. Why? Because two-bedroom one-bath houses sitting on nearly a quarter of an acre worked in 1950. It is 2007. It’s not like this neighborhood is dripping with architectural distinction. Yes, the trees are fabulous and we should protect them. Midway Hollow People (news peeps on the third floor are you digging this?) it’s time to bloom and grow. Neighbors, if you were smarter, you too could have a bag filled with $59,000 and a pool under the huge live oak tree in your backyard. Next. TXU, Oncor, Stream Energy, whoever else is or has been involved in my ridiculous jostling to get the power turned back on in my house: you are all dead to me. No wait. I’m almost dead because of you. It is hot and I have been on hold for 42 minutes. Make that 57. Timmy, watch my back. Gotta run. Love you. Mean it. Grrr.