It began, as it almost always does, innocently enough. A group of friends, beer, and plans to get together sometime in the future. Really, the only thing which made this one different was the requirement of orchestrated widespread logistical coordination. One couple used the vacation as a layover for summer camp, one couple split-up during, but each showed up bringing someone else instead, one drove in two cars, two drove in one car, and two flew in separately. There was even another couple who arrived and left independently of the group. We had pick up points, drop off points, and airport shuttles; beach chairs, beach umbrellas, beach tents and beach canopies. A total of six children at the beach house at any given time, not including the two I drove down, and the four I brought back, which required its own set of timing and logistics. With much cursing and gnashing of teeth, a very chaotic beginning with many miles covered over a series of days.
Then things calmed down into a beautiful ballet of routine.
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Meant to see so many other people and do so many other things, none of which actually transpired. That said, I did far less driving than I anticipated, and ended up relaxing more. I can't complain. We arrived back in Newton a day later than scheduled with little impact.
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And since the majority of my money was spent on gasoline and beer and my 7 year old Waterpro's were starting to look their age, I replaced them with the pair which replaced them, the Mykos - on clearance - and a pair of the ones which replaced those, the Mykos Strech at the Merrell store at the Allen Outlet Mall. (Their rigid sole and breathability make them fantastic bicycling shoes.)
Also brought home two Cisco-branded DL320's! They're just like the HP DL360's but use SATA rather than SCSI SCA and only support a single processor. I haven't fired them up yet.
I can't believe how much Anna, TX has grown.

Back to Texas. Each year I try to let the kids spend a couple of weeks with their Texas friends - its been falling during DRE each year which has made it nice - but this year the DRE was accomplished remotely. So I'm taking them.
Originally I had planned to drop them off in Anna, meet up with some co-workers for a cold beer, and spend some time with my folks before driving to East Texas to stay a couple of days with
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I am seriously considering dropping them off in Texas, and driving straight back to Kansas to spend some quality time with my bed rather than roaming Texas for a week sleeping poorly.

Mom was non-responsive yesterday morning and rushed to ER where she was eventually stabilized. Apparently her auto-immune thing has gone septic (if I'm using the correct terminology) so they flooded her with antibiotics and will be placing her back in care at some point if she pulls through this one. She wasn't home but like 2-weeks after her year-long hospital stay :/
So, back to Texas. At least its a long-weekend.
Happy Memorial Day, ya'll.
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It turns out that over the past three years, Texas has been America’s fastest-growing state, adding 913,642 people, nearly the population of Rhode Island. Almost half moved from elsewhere in the U.S. Of the 22 markets Redfin serves, the three in our Texas business are growing the fastest, at an average of more than 300% per year. And why not? A home in Houston costs less than a third what it would in, say, San Francisco, and it averages more than twice the size.
This migration to affordable housing is accelerating because, for the first time in a generation, home prices are increasing faster than wages or credit. When home prices first began outstripping incomes in 2000, easy credit made up the shortfall. But the difference in today’s real estate run-up is that lending is now regulated: home-buyers can’t just borrow more. So they’ll move to a place where they can pay less.
This is why, after 2013 home prices jumped 15% while wages increased less than 2%, 2014 will be the year of America’s Other Places: Denver, Charlotte, Dallas, Houston, Austin, Richmond, Charleston and Salt Lake City. Newly mobile Americans, freed for the first time in five years from underwater mortgages, won’t just move across the street. They’ll move across the country.
It will be, in the most literal sense, a political movement. The conservatives tired of the taxes in coastal cities are already leaving, in a process of segregation that can only increase America’s polarization.
The bigger change will be that the rest of the political spectrum likes the cost of living in Texas too, and once there will likely move to the right. After all, your politics don’t just change where you live; where you live changes your politics. To hear conservatives tell it, even people who want to be liberal can’t afford it.
States can’t afford it either. With a newly mobile population and businesses open to operating anywhere in the world, every statehouse in America is under competitive pressure to Texasize itself, limiting taxes to keep residents.
Today, Texas ranks 47th in general state spending per $1,000 of income; this parsimony takes a toll, as the state ranks 40th in student reading proficiency and 32nd in math.
But it has benefits too. Texas is now courting Boeing, the mainstay of the Seattle economy for nearly 100 years, after Washington state’s $8.7 billion in tax incentives weren’t enough to persuade Boeing to work with local unions on its new wildly popular 777X.
Other states, eager to lure in people and businesses across an increasingly mobile America, are following suit. Colorado, a state that legalized marijuana and same-sex marriage, just roundly rejected a $1-billion increase to income taxes that would have funded rural school districts, expanded pre-school, and extended the school day.
New York recently elected its first liberal mayor in a dozen years, but already his most ardent supporters are wary of his proposal to fund universal pre-school through a tax on the wealthy. The fear is that before New York can reap the benefit of pre-schoolers who become productive members of society, their parents, especially the wealthy parents, will have gone somewhere else.
This is why the move to Texas isn’t just a move, it’s a movement, of people, businesses and governments, for better and for worse.
Just as what happened to America in the 1960s, from beat poetry to psychedelic drugs, happened first in California; now it is happening in Texas, with its diversity, its small-government swagger, its megapolitan areas. Texas is, after all, a state of mind. And it’s becoming America’s state of mind.
I used to think so many people committed suicide in hotels out of some sort of premeditated anonymity. I was foolish for thinking so. Its the free "HIGH SPEED" wireless coming in at a whopping .9/Mbps. If the smiling verbal regurgitator at the front desk would only not use the phrase, "HIGH SPEED" it might be incrementally more tolerable, but that's only a theory. I feel like I'm getting dumber every moment I stare at that barely-moving progress bar, thinking any second now and all will be well. This must be what hell feels like.
Hotel Hell Fun

Remember my mother falling and breaking her hip? Right, so she was supposed to have been released into the care of my father and brother, with the understanding that my brother would be doing all the heavy-lifting. Apparently he fell off the ladder while putting up the new carport and broke his hip.
Dad called and asked if I could help out this week. Is it just me, or is it odd these things happen exclusively during the summertime DRE's?
I do actually have a hypothesis behind this - DR would normally be a mental and physical stressor, but following events of family drama, DR is like a vacation! Its no wonder I can be all smiles no matter what :D
Perspective is a wonderful, wonderful thing.
Two days after returning from Texas for Spring Break, I'm back on business. And at this Embassy Suites again. Have wine, will travel.
Glad I got tires when I did! Me driving - its the only way to fly!

BELTANE 2011
ROAD TRIP! We pulled the kids out of school a day early, loaded up the hippo and took the "scenic route" AKA Highway 82 from Sherman to Texarkana, down a two-lane highway through many small towns such as "Paris" and "Clarksville." While we took the interstate most of the way back in a quick, three-hour jaunt, the lackadaisical approach was most assuredly the way to get there. |

Holiday Inn Express; No, I don't feel any smarter...
Sadly, the hotel I got with my corporate discount was a sister hotel and despite being $10 more a night than the more-than-adequate hotel I stayed at in Austin, it had zero amenities, a pull-out sleeper sofa and a *single* queen-size bed. When I had asked for their largest king suite, they'd assumed I meant "king" as in "big" and it was indeed an enormous suite...with only a single queen sized bed. The front desk girl was awesome and called the Holiday Inn Express across the street who had an even larger suite with two - count them two - queens and a a pull out sleeper sofa. We were now set for the weekend! |

Maypole
The Druids opened Beltane with a ritualistic bardic fire which was really awesome to watch, then they took a step back for the remainder of the festival until it was time to open the Maypole circle, which again was in the Druids' realm. My son was partnered with Aranon, a retired Chief Warrant Officer who preached on both ignorance, and our children being the future - really neat guy and I was thrilled my son was paired with him. |

The Road Less Traveled
The boy, growing restless during his mother's workshops, talked me into taking him on an exploration adventure! I haven't seen him smile this broadly in a while - we found an old "Road Closed" sign at the edge of the driving path and continued past it. Its entire surface was thickly covered with a bed a pine needles and went on for miles. It was a wonderfully bonding experience and a fantastic waste of time. It was very beautiful and the perfect weather for such a great impromptu outing. The road made a mighty fine path indeed, what with its width and straightness - very easy to follow and return - a plus when you're traversing unfamiliar territory. |

Texarkana
I personally found everyone I interacted with in Texarkana surprisingly friendly - surprisingly because even when they had no reason to be, they were. I'd driven through Texarkana many times when I was stationed at Langley, but I can't remember the last time I stopped to visit. Beltane was gorgeously situated at the foot of a dam in a clearing surrounded by trees and the weather was very complimentary to the fest all weekend long. We had some magnificent storms on the way home the last day, and its been cold - very cold - and rainy ever since. Its a nice day for a day off :) |

Saint James Catholic Church in the City Center
ROAD TRIP: PART TWO

My "crazy" Uncle Mike was always a lot of fun to be around growing up. He was tattooed, drove a muscle car (a copper Duster if I recall) and was always just wonderful with me and my cousins when then entire Howton family lived in Corsicana, Texas.
My first Halloween was when my Uncle Mike took me around. He introduced me to sliced bananas on a peanut butter sandwich. He lived with us on and off over the years as he was single and either somewhat nomadic or always in and out of trouble - I don't know which, but I'll guess the latter.
And he was a great friend to my brother when he needed him the most. They were very close later in life and I always appreciated Mike's generosity and kindness no matter what the circumstances. When we lived in Irving and he was in Dallas we visited him, often bringing our newborn son with us. But as these things sometimes turn out, by the time we had our daughter, we'd moved out of the area.
I'll guess the latter because he fell on hard times once and I went with my father and grandfather to find him living in a park in East Dallas. They bundled him in the car, took him to my grandfather's house and cut off his beard, bathed him, fed him, and brought him to our house in Rhome, Texas where my father had built an entire apartment in our garage for him to reside. He got a job at the local foundry - one of the few businesses which actually operated within the city, then became a local celebrity.
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I grew up in East Dallas right as the urban revitalization was beginning on Greenville and affluent gay men started buying the old houses in our neighborhood (I remember one couple fastidiously washing their 70s orange BMW every weekend). I saw most of my movies at either the Lakewood theater or the Granada. Like Star Trek The Motion Picture and the first Superman. Back then, I don't exactly remember having an "Arts District" but we did go to the Dallas Museum of Art quite a bit. The rest was either already there, or sprung up around it.
I'd been meaning to photograph the Cathedral Shrine of Our Lady of Guadalupe for the last couple of months having been inspired by some of the wide-angle architectural shots of Philly
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However, with my Road Trip this weekend I found myself at its exit when I was alone in my car with my camera and a full day of leisurely driving ahead of me. I was back on the road fifteen minutes later.
