How the states are mapped and the proximity of one state to another has always intrigued me. The states get larger as one moves west, for example, almost as if our forefathers got lazy and just started dividing the land into square-ish plots. Here's some other things I love about our states', and cities', mapping:… Continue reading U.S. map tidbits and stuff I find interesting
I usually notice when cars around me in traffic have various license plates, usually ones that differ from the norm. Here in Texas it always feels good to see a little bit of home in an Ohio plate—which isn't as rare as you might think. Standard Texas plates are fairly bland, but they're supposed to… Continue reading Do you like your state’s license plates?
This post started off as another post about something related to Houston and Hurricane Harvey. I was using Google Maps to double-check something I that don't even remember now. Pretty soon I found myself scrolling across America from Houston to Dayton, Ohio, my hometown, and to the street I grew up on. Then I found… Continue reading Sentimental like me? Avoid Google Street View
I was eating pizza with my wife the other day, and as we sat in the restaurant, an interesting stat scrolled across the bottom of the TV: According to ESPN, Carolina Panthers quarterback Cam Newton has been "hit or sacked 922 times since ... 2011. Second during that span is Seattle quarterback Russell Wilson at 615." Two… Continue reading Facts and numbers I find interesting—and you might, too
As a child, there was perhaps no greater validation of my existence than hearing the doorbell ring and knowing it was one of the neighborhood kids seeing if I was available to hang out. I don't have any siblings, so I think the effort on someone else's behalf to seek me out was a nice… Continue reading Am I shy or snobby? I don’t know my neighbors
Read Part 1 of this series with an obvious ending here! I had to throw the ball better. I worked on tightening the spiral of the football and being aware of when it left my hand—if I let it go too soon, the ball would go over the receiver's head; if I let it go… Continue reading I was a 3rd-string quarterback, Part 2
For proof that dreams do come true—and that we should also be careful of what we wish for—I'm transported back to the 10th grade. The summer of 1995 is a sweaty, dusty blur that is forever ago yet easily recalled by Montel Jordan's "This is How We Do It." I was 15. A young woman… Continue reading I was a 3rd-string quarterback, Part 1