The things you learn from your site meter. I had no idea a place called Friendswood, Texas, existed, but I am glad it does, and welcome to my reader there.

It sounds like a place in the shady forest where they still have "Drive Friendly" signs, and maybe even supplement them with placards saying , "Oh, and Y'all Might as Well Live Friendly, Too."

If I am wrong, please to not tell me.

Bangsticks on the prairie

Another small show today, east of here in a burg called Armstrong. It's the evolution of an Estherville show which somehow lost its venue at the Emmet County fairgrounds. I always managed to spend money at the old show, mostly on gun parts and accouterments. We'll see how this one goes.

Choo-chunicorn

Is it just me, or do I accurately recall that every decade or so some loopy American politician gets his butt jammed up and tries to dog paddle out of the cesspool by announcing high-speed rail?

Ah so Toyoda-san?

Many of us believed that making a pedal go back and forth was a challenge met and mastered quite some time ago.

Are we and our Japanese brothers detouring our best automotive design and engineering talent to vanity mirror lights which automatically adjust to to the driver's skin tone and foundation depth?