What a Difference a Year Makes

Last year at this time, I was drinking Jack Daniels with JTF and cursing Paul Williams for giving us the wind speeds in Greenville.

Yes, it was a turbulent and unsettling time in my youth. A time to question authority... a time to contemplate life and discover just how I fit in to this crazy world... a time to grow up and come into my own... a time to sit in the dark and ponder the importance of my own existence...a time to learn just what type of man I really was... a time to drink too much and pass out on a love seat.

Night of the Lepus

A couple of nights ago, I endured a very distressing dream. It started quite benignly as I was driving down a highway. I exited the highway and approached a house that was surrounded by giant inflatable items such as moon walks, space jumps, water slides, etc. As I approached the house, I took a left turn on a street that ran adjacent to the property. As I made the turn, I noticed a gigantic inflatable rabbit hopping towards my car. It very cutely started repeating the phrase, "I'm going to kill you." It then gave a sweet little bunny laugh. Of course, I began to have car problems and the rabbit of doom began to get closer and closer while still repeating his maniacal message. Luckily, I awoke before the evil creature caught up with me, but I was very unsettled for the rest of the night.

Can anyone help me decipher the meaning of this nightmare.

Last Year

It occurred to me earlier today that at this time last year, I had made my fateful journey west. In fact, as I type this, I was dining on buffalo burgers in Montana. Looking back, it's hard to say that it went well, but it's even harder to say that I regret doing it.

I've never been one for complete unbridled spontaneity, but that trip was as close as I may ever come to such a concept.

As I approach the bridge between 20 and 50, it is my hope that I am still able to keep some of the reckless behavior that makes youth so exhilarating, while tempering it with the lessons of experience.

So, to all of you in the blogosphere, I urge you not to completely sell out the concepts of responsibility and "adulthood." You'll someday wish you hadn't.

Bo Does Dallas

Well, I survived my recent business in the Big "D." As always, I learned several things while I was there. As a public service, I thought I would share my newly-found knowledge with you.


1. Sharing a city with 10,000 Mary Kay representatives can be very daunting.
2. Running into a very attractive and very drunk rep is far more pleasant.
3. Buffalo filets are damn good.
4. A "memory eraser" contains kahlua.
5. Vendors are good people to spend time with.
6. Opening a Chipotle's restaurant in Starkville would be a license to print money.
7. Winning door prizes is fun.
8. If Dallas had the humidity of central Mississippi, it would be the fourth-worst place in the U.S. to live. (Oxford, Pearl and New Jersey occupy the top three spots)
9. Lee Harvey Oswald was the sole assassin of JFK.
10. A "gremlin" is a great drink, but don't have one after midnight.
11. A very good Kenny Rodgers impersonator performs in Dallas.
12. Unfortunately, a very poor Dolly Parton impersonator and Willie Nelson impersonator also perform in Dallas.
13. The Adam's Mark is a very overrated hotel.
14. Chasers work very well.