Citizen K. is attempting to write a mystery set in South Texas. In the first chapter, three kids find a body on a windswept spit much like this one. I was at Drum Point one evening about twenty years ago with my wife, toddler son, and about every aquatic bird known to South Texas: Pelicans, egrets, herons, sandpipers -- you name. I've revisited the place many times. Last night, we were too early for the birds, but the fish were jumping. The wind was so strong that it blew up grains sand so hard that they stung my legs.
Rushbo Stupidism of the Week: It was a tough call this week, what with Rush blaming the shooting at the Holocaust Museum on Obama's anti-Semitism and all. But he set a pretty low bar on the very first hour of his Monday broadcast, so low that even he couldn't descend it:
Barack Obama sees America's role in the world as not good. It is offensive to the sensibilities of millions of people to hear a member of the state-run media refer to a half-black, half-white human being with no experience running anything of substance referred to as a god.
Friday's Choice on Saturday: The great Jimmy Lafave washes the taste of Rush away with his beautiful cover of "Catch The Wind":