I'm still shuttling between Texas and Ohio but, as I have been in the Buckeye State for nearly a month, I feel roots taking hold here. The weather cannot be beat in Ohio, at least not by the Lone Star State! It was 100 degrees nearly everyday this summer in Central Texas and I am glad to have finally escaped further roasting.

Yet, Ohioans warn me about the severe winters. I have just purchased a pair of cross-country skis and am considering putting in a wood stove for supplemental heat. As a former Forest Service worker in the mountains of Oregon and having lived in Northern Europe for six years in my youth, I am actually looking forward to the cold season. 

I love this region of the country.  The green cornfields are soothing to drive past. The various varieties of Amish-types around town certainly hearken back to a more nostalgic time.  A simple down to Earth quality pervades the people around here, which is in stark contrast to the hip, cool, urban vibe that Austinites love to portray.  

Remodeling this 1920 house that we recently bought has been keeping me busy.  The future is unclear because the present is all-consuming. My wife, Diane, seems fulfilled in her daily visits with the grandkids. Her happiness gives me a deep joy. She is the most wonderful friend that I have ever known. My step-daughter, Carrie, has grown into an incredible lady in whom I am very proud. Her six children are perfect. My son, Ryan, who is in college, will always be the one I watch closely as he walks through his life. My friends used to call him Opie when he was a boy which befit him then. Now, he is well over six feet tall and his future potential is limitless. I pray that God guides his every step, as well as mine and yours too, friend!