So NASA found water on the moon. This, of course, is a huge breakthrough. Now we are closer than ever to achieving something mankind has dreamed of since we first peered at the stars: the ability to buy bottled Moon Water at Circle K.
From a distance they look like broomsticks, stacked on a table in a parking lot on Pecan Avenue. But if you come from the South, and you grew up in the country, you know what they are without looking at the sign.
At our old house, over a span of five years, we had exactly one trick-or-treater at Halloween. I can't even remember if we had candy for the poor kid. We might have sent him home with a jar of pickles.
If you watched the Balloon Boy saga as it happened, if you saw that silver Jiffy Pop pan zoom through the Colorado sky - with, we thought, a 6-year-old boy inside - you might have had two feelings circling inside you.
Bless their hearts. That's about all I can say to whoever came up with the idea in the new book "Miracle on the Hudson" - the idea being that the passengers handled the crash with grace because most of them are Southerners.