TX

I am not religious. At all. But I do believe in hell. I believe in it because I've been there and then had subsequent brushes with it. It's called Texas. I haven't thought about it in a long time but tonight I was reminded of it again. I really shouldn't explain why - so I won't. Let's just say I had a near-hell experience and it had 'Texas' in the title.

At first I wasn't going to write anything about it. At first blush it seems like the completely wrong topic for this blog. But then I thought about all those sayings like "know your enemy" and such. WATER is the theme of this blog and it's quite possible that TEXAS is the opposite of, and the enemy of, WATER.

The first time I went to Texas was actually to consider moving there. I had a grad school opportunity. And yes it was on the water. Texas has water. Texas has beaches. I've seen pictures of beautiful beaches and wildlife and clear water in Texas. But I don't believe it. The beaches I saw weren't any place I'd set a towel. the wildlife I saw was heartbreaking (dolphins swimming in sewage), and the water...well I guess it probably had some Hs and Os but it wasn't what I think of as water.

I remember returning home from Texas and L asking me "so how was it?". My answer was "Think of anything you like to do....you can't do it there." It's flat, it's hot, it's dry, etc, etc. HELL. I fold.