Comments on: It was 20 years ago, but not today.

By: ashley

ashley — Wed, 15 Oct 2003 16:09:25 +0000

Coquettish. That’s how I’m describing that picture of you on the boat with the Beavis-like forehead. Coquettish. A nice word. Not like troika, but nice nonetheless. Perhaps for your half hour, you could discuss your breasts. I know you’ve written a few treatises on them, and here’s your chance to delve into the exciting world of performance art!

And yes, Texans, as well as most Southerners, have intense national pride. Note also Dick’s use of “y’all”. Instead of the repellant “youse”, we have made up for the inadequacies of English by using “you” for singular, “y’all” for plural, and “all y’all” for plural collective. Yee hah, indeed.

By: Marci

Marci — Wed, 15 Oct 2003 13:51:11 +0000

Heh. That’s a nice picture, Nance! I didn’t even notice your forehead, but maybe that’s because mine is the size of a small billboard.

By: Nance

Nance — Wed, 15 Oct 2003 13:42:07 +0000

Don’t think Alan would want that one — it leaked like a sieve. It belonged to some friends of mine in the Upper Peninsula, and later met its doom during one of those famous fall storms (cue the Gordon Lightfoot music, please), when it was ripped from its mooring in a boathouse and thrown onto the rocks.

It was later replaced by a Boston Whaler, the finest outboard watercraft in the world.

By: Michael Golden

Michael Golden — Wed, 15 Oct 2003 13:00:53 +0000

Picture’s great! You look like you’re mooning over your new boyfriend! I’ll bet Alan would like to get his hands on that old wooden boat.

mgolden

By: alex

alex — Wed, 15 Oct 2003 08:01:18 +0000

Dammit, Nance, you should’ve been my fag hag. Never could get anyone to do outdoorsy stuff, unless you consider sidewalk cafes outdoorsy.

By: Dick Walker

Dick Walker — Wed, 15 Oct 2003 03:59:04 +0000

Well, hell, Nancy, I thought I’d explained this to you once before, but maybe not. The reason we sing the praises of Texas, especially when elsewhere, is simple national pride. And we don’t particularly mind if y’all do it back. If you feel like it, that is.

Not long after I moved here from Florida, a native explained to me that I shouldn’t ask a man where he’s from. “If he’s from Texas, he’ll get around to telling you — and if he’s not, why would you want to embarrass him?”

But my bumper sticker says “I wasn’t born in Texas, but then neither was Sam Houston.”

That’s a great picture of you — and what appears to be a fine runabout.