I am thinking about the sale of our house. Not "the sale" but a sale generally. I wonder how many times I will move? I wonder how often it will be necessary and how many different reasons I can concot to choose to. ". . .and this one is too small. . .and this one is just right!"

Then, throw into this equation the possibility of natural disaster or arson! Now we are talking seemingly endless permutations of moves. Well, actually i just eliminated several options by mentioning arson in this entry. Evidence of proir intent--no matter how casually offered--is enough to plan that seed of doubt in the minds of the jury.

Jury service. Lets see. This is cool. What a great Amercian inistitution. Is it a function of usin our particular time and space? A product we imported from some foreign land/culture? Was I sleeping in civics class that day? I do not know. It would scare me to death to have even a minor moving violation decided by a jury of "my peers." I have met some of these people and the interaction did not inspire me with great confidence. I say "some" because there is really no way to know (yes, I bet there is, but I ain't got much of a head for figgurs') how many people you would need to know to be able to calculate the odds of who might someday sit on a jury that decides your guilt or innocence.

Do people--ordinary, honest people--bet on rodeo? Shouldn't there be rodeo betting? I suspect that people bet on NASCAR. I know they bet on football. Isn't all betting really just a question of probabilities/tendencies? Simply put--we should all be able to bet on rodeo. Who is the number one rodeo handicapper? I bet it is that little guy with the cowboy hat who seems so aw, shucks friendly on the PBR tour. If you have not watched this, then you will not know who I mean. If you have, and you are reading this, then that is strange enough that we would share this in common. I will end this right here and now.

Before this blog I had no idea how much a part of my life i have actually dedicated to thinking about rodeo. Ahhh, to be a better man. . .

All is still. . .well?