* The most popular TV shows at Bastrop Federal Satellite Camp are Naked and Afraid, My 600 Pound Life, TMZ, Swamp People, and Real PD. If you are watching any of these on a regular basis, there is a high probably you ain't right.
* There is only one remaining male Northern White Rhino. His name is Sudan and he's too old to mate with the two remaining females. The entire species of these incredible animals have been all but eliminated by poachers. A fund has been established to raise money to pay for the artificial insemination of the two females. It can be found here.
* There are plethora of nicknames, aka "Yard Names" here. Some of my favorite are Dog, Big Dog, Harry Dog, Corn Dog, Cookie, G-Paw, Bounce, Junkyard, Flimflam, Hollywood, Cutty, Spook, Big Wayne, Little D, Doc, Joker, Loon, Peru, Guam, Gordo, Chucky, Diesel, Cadillac, Country, Chewy, Charms, Chompa and Duck. I don't have a nickname and hope I'm not here long enough to be blessed with one.
* The quote of the decade, so far, has to be from President Trump who said, "Nobody knew healthcare could be so complicated."
* J. D. Vance, in his memoir Hillbilly Elegy, writes about growing up in Kentucky and Ohio. The book offers an insiders view of the cultural demise of rural white America over 3 generations. Vance left Appalachia at the age of 18 to join the Marine Corps, then went on to graduate with honors from Ohio State and Yale Law School. His keen insight into his family's struggle with economic changes, mental illness, poverty, divorce, and addiction makes this book a must read for anyone wanting to understand the mindset in the Rust Belt that enabled Donald Trump to carry that region in the 2016 election.
* Have you ever noticed that when a politician in Washington says, "What the American people want is..." he/she really means "I don't have a clue what the American people want, but what I want is..."
* Willie Nelson turned 84 this month. I'm embarrassed to admit that I've lived in Texas since he was 40 and have never seen him perform live. Until I get out and can rectify that, I'm simply left to ponder alone the existential implications of songs like "Roll Me Up and Smoke Me When I Die."