Wednesday, June 4
I was just checking out the Belmont Stakes website at the behest of The Boss, and spotted this at the bottom:
Gambling Problem? The New York Racing Association encourages responsible wagering. If gambling is a problem for you or someone you care about, help is available 24 hours a day.
I think it's damn funny, but I very much doubt anyone looking for the odds on the Belmont is going to see this and say to himself, "You know what? Now would be a good time to seek help for my gambling problem". I don't have a gambling problem myself (although I have been known to bet on the Texans vs. the Jews), but if I did, I would definitely wait until after the Triple Crown to do something about it.
Call toll-free 1-800-437-1611 or 1-800-522-4700.
We finally got some serious rain here in Houston for the first time in months, and more important for the purposes of this post, for the first time since I started working downtown. Walking to the bus stop was no problem, although I felt a little awkward standing there under my umbrella while the mom and her several kids who usually share the stop were huddled under a big tree trying to stay at least partly dry. I would have offered to share, but there were four of them and it's not that big an umbrella. Awkwardness relieved when the mom decided it would be OK to wait on the porch of the (apparently) abandoned house nearby.
By the time I got off the bus downtown, the rain had strengthened to a real "Texas drizzle", and the intersection I needed to cross was completely flooded. Like a foot deep at the edges and covering even the crown in the middle of the street. Water was shooting out of a manhole to a height of several feet. I usually associate this type of flooding with tropical storm conditions. Also, with the wind swirling about the tall buildings, my umbrella proved to be useless. I guess I've never been downtown in a heavy rain before (at least not when I had to be someplace). In a very rare moment of navigational clarity, I thought to duck inside a building and make my way into the downtown tunnel system and thence to my office. I promise I will never poke fun at the Houston tunnels again.
Sunday, June 1
"Not that life's worth much, anyway. Absolute washout, life is. Still, it will soon be over, and then there's silence and the peace of the grave. That's the thought that sustains me." -- "Reginald Mulliner" in Portrait of a Disciplinarian by P.G. Wodehouse. Heidi and I rented disc 1 of the Wodehouse Playhouse series from 1975 on DVD. Capital. Here's the review that tipped us off.