That is the name of a very old ZZ top song.
I have been to Houston before and didn’t really know what to make of it. We stayed at the Ritz or Four Seasons (I can’t remember) and during the day my wife would ride over to La Galleria and hang out at the mall and shops near the University. I don’t even know the name of the University for Pete’s sake.
This post is going to be pretty melancholy for reasons everyone really knows about me from the start.
As you know I have mentioned we are looking for other employment opportunities. Well, so far the best bang for our buck seems to have landed right in Good old Houston, Texas.
Apparently, there is a lot of money to be made in that town for the both of us. It comes with a cost and I’m not sure I can bear the cost.
My entire family, all my friends and all my loved ones with the exception of my parents (Bradenton,FL) live within spitting distance of my home right now.
I don’t know if there is a price tag that can be placed on how much we cherish our relationships.
The waters of the Atlantic Ocean run through my veins and I have often said that I would die if I was to be away from the ocean for too long.
You better include my family and Nurse ratchet’s family as well. I can’t imagine life without them. I like being able to see them anytime I wish. In fact, we see each other all the time.
Having said all of that we still are looking at Houston. It makes plenty of sense in a lot of ways.
It is my issue.
I don’t like the idea that I’m not in control of my life.
Living here I am somebody. I make a difference. I am connected to many. So is my wife.
In Houston? I don’t even have a clue and it looks like I would have to buy a few clues to figure it out.
Could we connect and make friends anywhere we go? Yes, I suppose so.
So you have discovered my biggest fear in these little pages haven’t you?
I fear change as much if not more than anything.
So what are the odds of this kind of change?
Over 50% and climbing.
“Painful to live in fear isn’t it?” - Leon (Blade Runner)
Peace be with you,
Bobby