I’m sort of always scouring through my past for clues to what my present and future mean, trying to understand my place, my purpose. When I think back over some of the things I’ve done and some of the people I’ve known, I get a little verklempt. Several of my most formative years – both …
Now that the NFL lockout is old news and the pre-season is underway, I’ve decided I need to find myself a team. I haven’t had one of my own since I was a kid obsessed with the Earl Campbell-era Houston Oilers. Having been born in Houston, my allegiance was firm despite living one state over.
As has been discussed here on a number of occasions, I’ve lived all over the country, in all four Lower 48 time zones, in fact – California, New Mexico, Texas, Louisiana, Tennessee, New York, and Massachusetts. As the song says, it’s just the gypsy in my soul. Many of the places in which I’ve resided …
Whether it’s nature or nurture, I’m a bit of a nomad. The thing is, I want to put down roots somewhere. I really, truly do. I long to be part of a community that hangs out and helps out. The problem is, I’m deeply torn between various geographical seductions.