My sister, Mary Ann, and I were extremely well behaved children (that's a definite s t r e t c h - she was an absolute terror) on no less than a half-dozen very long-distance, multiple day and night automobile trips in our youth. But I never ... ever ... remember either one of us asking ... "ARE WE THERE YET, MOM ... WE THERE YET, DAD? HUH??? HOW MUCH FARTHER??? HUH???". Nope, don't remember ever hearing that.

But I'm sayin' it now, Folks ... and I ain't referrin' to Alexandria, Virginia, or Stockton, California, or Leavenworth, Kansas. Nope. I'm referrin' to warm weather! ARE WE ALMOST THERE, YET? PAH-LEEEZZEE!!

I have nothing to rail about this week, because to do so would lose 90% of you, so I'm sticking to the weather. Just what gives? It's April in Texas, for cryin out loud. Cold. Then, colder. Then cold again. What ever became of 'global warming'? Where are you when we need you? Lost in the ozone hole, or something? At least at the Olympics in Lillehammer and Nagano I was paid to be cold. C'mon. Start those gas mowers. Use more spray cans. Get some Ozone Action Days goin'. Warm this place up!

There! I feel much better now.

And, I apologize for my tantrum to all you environmentalists and naturalists and freaks who like it cold. I sincerely apologize. I'm calm now. And. warmer. (But boy, my sister was a little terror! Me? Always the perfect gentleman! Ho-hum.)