puzzle pieces

I never intend to be a different person around my different groups of friends, but it sort of just happens. When we last talked, and when we first met (be it yesterday or twenty years ago) will determine which ‘me’ you know. Very few have the full picture.

A little mysterious, eh?

I love to tell stories, so if you hang around long enough, I’ll hand you more and more puzzle pieces. Today’s puzzle piece: I love country music. I love to listen to it, sing it, play it (I play guitar). Pat Green, Robert Earl Keen, Cory Morrow, Gary Allan, George Strait, Garth Brooks… Ask me nicely, maybe I’ll sing you one more song, about old San Antone…

I didn’t always listen to country music. I grew up hating it, not that I had ever given it a chance. As the youngest in my family, my input was never needed when it came time to choose a radio station. I was converted on the road to Nacogdoches. I left for college in the fall of 2000 and by the time I came home for Thanksgiving, I had one or two of my presets set for country. If you’ve ever been to East Texas (no, Deep East Texas), then you understand. It was inevitable.

To this day I still firmly believe that country musicians are among the world’s best storytellers. I challenge you to listen to a song and not know what he or she is singing about. Nothing can be more obvious than country music. And that’s why I love it. I don’t have to think, I can just listen to the story.


I sold my car three years ago and have yet to replace it. I never really intended to be carless, it just kind of worked out that way. I guess I can say that since I sold it, I haven’t really needed to buy another car. It obviously has been something I can live without and it has been, more often than not, an enjoyable experience.

Being carless means fewer things to worry about. I no longer worry about hailstorms, shopping carts, speed bumps, pot holes, tree sap, the price of gas, careless drivers, slow drivers, insurance premiums, oil changes, dead batteries, flat tires, depreciation, toll tags, speed traps, inspections and vehicle registration. Because I don’t have these worries or expenses, if you’ve given me a ride somewhere I’ve probably bought you food. I’m happy to buy you food. In fact, if you’re ever passing through Waco, let me know and I’ll buy you lunch, or dinner, or coffee, or groceries.

Being carless has made me a smarter shopper. Online shopping and being carless has pretty much killed the drive-to-the-store-and-get-it-NOW desire in me (which usually ended in disappointment when something wasn’t in stock, and then regret when I’d end up buying something else as a substitute). I’m now perfectly happy to wait a few days and have things delivered to my door.

Since I end up having to walk more, I need get to invest in proper footwear. Now I buy shoes from places like this, and socks from places like this.

All in all, it’s been a fun experiment. Humbling, but fun.