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Dead Cars Are Today’s Coalmine Canaries
by Roger White You see them more and more these days: dead cars by the side of the road. Sure, the cops and the towing companies attempt due diligence, but they can’t keep up now. There are just too...
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Just What IS The Oklo Device?
Dear This Old Spouse Followers, Friends, and Faithful, Join me on an adventure, if you would. Do you want to read something truly terrifying? I’m serious here—for once. I have a startling, unsettling...
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The Oklo Device Now Available on Amazon
Here’s the premise, gang: Evelyn Gilmore, a headstrong black anthropologist, is onto what she hopes is the discovery of a lifetime when she begins an excavation in the northern Brazilian town of...
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Keep Oak Hill Odd (and Full of Oaks, Please)
by Roger White Funny thing how towns, neighborhoods, and areas get their names—you know, like Oak Hill. This southwest Austin community we call home contains oak trees aplenty, as does a tiny parcel...
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Life in the Closed Lane, Part Deux
by Roger White I’ve harped on the many traffic woes of this sardine-packed city before, but now with my youngest chomping at the automotive bit and with the wife and me renewing our primal fears of...
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Just Chill: Most News You Can’t Use
by Roger White You’re familiar with the old saying, “Don’t shoot me. I’m only the messenger.” To this I say pish and posh. This old adage doesn’t apply anymore. The messenger today IS the problem. The...
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Maybe Stevie Should Be Wearing Waders
by Roger White If you ain’t from around these parts, pardner, let me tell ya something about the statue of the late rock/blues legend Stevie Ray Vaughan that stands near the shore of Austin’s Town...
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It Takes a Village to Save the Squirrels
by Roger White It dawned on me the other day, as I was returning yet another socket wrench and assorted metric sockets to...
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Twas Just Weeks Before Christmas
by Roger White Twas just weeks before Christmas, and all through the pad The family was doing its darndest to rouse Dad....
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My New Year’s Gift to You: Lessons from a Lamebrain Life
by Roger White Ah, my dedicated and degenerate Old Spouser devotees, I get all fuzzy and tingly as we head into a fresh, new year. Then the pharms wear off, and the fuzzy-tingly goes away. Sigh....
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An Apology to Central Texas from Ol’ Juniper Jones
by Ol’ Juniper Jones Dear Central Texas Humans, Ol’ Juniper Jones here. First off, let me say that this here letter has been a long time coming. I first pondered on writin’ you folks back in 1958,...
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Excitement Is ‘High’ for This Year’s Big Game
by Roger White Excitement is building to a fever pitch as sporting enthusiasts everywhere gear themselves up for the biggest event of the season—I’m talking, of course, about National Read in the...
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Dad’s ‘Stairway to Summer’
by Roger White Now that we’re in the dead of winter, and those despicable, horrid, scorching temperatures of mid-July are long gone, I truly miss those despicable, horrid, scorching temperatures of...
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Keep Your Head Down During the BFF Wars
by Roger White So I stepped out onto my front porch the other day into a pile of brightly colored bikini tops. There were at least six or eight of these sexy swimwear items crowding my front door. My...
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Listen to the Wife. Don’t Put Off the Doc Visit
by Roger White Musician/songwriter Dan Fogelberg. Actor Dennis Hopper. Musician Frank Zappa. Television producer Merv Griffin. Actor Telly Savalas. Psychologist/writer Timothy Leary. What do all these...
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College Twerk-Study Program? No, Thank You
by Roger White Shakespeare nailed it when he said it was the best of times, it was the worst of times. Or was that Kipling? Whatever. That’s what it is, all right. Around our house, it’s the best of...
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Question for the Ages: Do Snails Get Mad?
by Roger White So I’m sitting on my front porch on a gorgeously sunlit Sunday morning, while Ralph the dog slinks ever so farther into the fringes of the yard and out of my line of vision. He does...
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Galveston, Oh, Galveston…
by Roger White It was high time recently for a mini-getaway. You know how it is. In the midst of those long weeks, dare I say months, between full-blown vacations, the work stress, kid stress, money...
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Hey, You! Get Off My Cloud.
by Roger White Our eldest offspring graduates high school this spring, and as we help her gear up for her college adventure, we find ourselves dealing with periodic outbreaks of sanguine eagerness...
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Suburban Worldsick Blues
by Roger White With a tip of the hat to a master chronicler of the American age, it must be noted that Bob Dylan never lived in a 3/2/2 with central heat/air and two and a half mortgages during a...
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