Memorial Day

....and those caissons go rolling along ....

Who Do You Think I Think I Am?

Who are we IRL, as they say? A friend once told me that we are who others think we are. Maybe. But in this age of blogging, facebooking, and tweeting, we are able to create and manipulate our images so that it might be impossible for anyone to ever know who we really are. In other words, we are able to star in a drama (or comedy) where we are the protagonist, the screen writer, and the director. Let's face it (oh, yeah), we don't choose unflattering photos to post on our pages. On line we are able to interact with others in an environment of our own making, and the keyboard makes it easier to be witty, pretty, and wise. We share TMI, but only what pertains to our online persona. Maybe we are who our "friends" think we are.

Maybe not.

Hoops

We're talking hoops, people. And I don't mean earrings. I have ranted about this before, but here we are in Dallas (athletic center of the world. wha..? you don't think so?) on a Friday night with both the Mavs and the Rangers in town. Now, I don't like to be a spoil sport, but should basketball season really be intruding on baseball's turf? I think not. Let's all play outside in the sunshine. That being said ...... Go Mavs.