For what it’s worth: it’s never too late or, in my case, too early to be whoever you want to be. There’s no time limit, stop whenever you want. You can change or stay the same, there are no rules to this thing. We can make the best or the worst of it. I hope you make the best of it. And I hope you see things that startle you. I hope you feel things you never felt before. I hope you meet people with a different point of view. I hope you live a life you’re proud of. If you find that you’re not, I hope you have the strength to start all over again.
At this point it’s more probable that Donald Trump is either going to win the national election, or the tie will go to the House of Representatives to pick the winner, which most likely would be a Trump win as well.
The House and Senate both appear to be a safe keep for the Republican Party also tonight.
I was always told that Corpus Christi, Texas was much nicer and cleaner than Galveston. That proved to be false. It wasn’t bad, but Galveston felt about the same and with a better ocean view.
The Avett Brothers put on a great show.
There’s a photo I took of my son as a young kid, red sweater, red backdrop, laughing, framed on my living room console table. Last week I noticed a small sliver of yellow paper sticking out of where you put the photo in, so I opened it. Behind the photo was $50 and a post-it note from my mom that simply read “I love you son”.