- Arrests in the Gatlinburg fire, thank goodness. There are 14 people dead, and more than 150 injuries. More than 1,700 buildings are damaged or destroyed. Try as adults, please.
- Since I quit smoking, I don’t get as many colds, they don’t hurt as much, and they don’t last as long. But I certainly am ready to be rid of this one. Tomorrow will be a week. I’d love to wake up without it. You know those supercharged sneezes that are about 175% normal strength? Yeesh.
- December’s been tough out of the gate for BoWilliams.com. I’m sorry about that. It’s been a bumpy road. I hope things will pick up this weekend a bit.
- True American hero John Glenn has died at 95. He was the longest-lived original Mercury 7 astronaut, so there’s a complete reunion. Go have a drink, boys! RIP and thank you, sir.
- Dak Prescott is getting a little grief for referring to the Cowboys as America’s Team, and I think it’s deserved grief. Pipe down, young man. You’ve had a fantastic rookie season and great things are ahead of you, but you just got to town. You can’t yet casually throw “America’s Team” around.
- Every Christmas break I say I’m going to straighten out my home office for real, and then I don’t. I’m seriously considering messing it up big-time ahead of the break so I’ll have no choice. Ditto the garage.
- Hopefully we’ll sneak a few more mild days in before the door slams, but winter is definitely paying a visit tonight and through most of the weekend.
I want to brag on my friend and churchmate Hayden, who just released the leadoff single “Little Things” from his forthcoming EP. A preview:
Awesome, yes? We are blessed to enjoy Hayden’s musical talent regularly at church, and I’m excited for him branching out this way (and so brilliantly!). You can purchase the full song here.
- Should I have eggnog with Jack Daniel’s? Or eggnog ice cream with Jack Daniel’s poured over it?
- Florence Henderson has sadly added her name to a devastating 2016. RIP.
- Nathan is excited about getting his aquarium going again. Multiple mentions have occurred several weeks apart, so maybe we’ll give it a go. He didn’t do so well with the upkeep last time.
- Looking forward to Championship Game Saturday. Bittersweet, though. It’s the last semi-normal-feeling college football Saturday of the year.
- We have Sling TV now and I’m more happy than sad, but haven’t pulled the cable plug yet. I want to see how well our main TV does with a hard network connection, and I haven’t crawled under the house to deal with that yet.
- Lea’s still thrilled with the new Leamobile. I’m glad. I’m pleased with it myself.
- I’m glad December is here. Always starts hectically, and hums along in that vein for a good while. But I’ve learned to pull it in starting about the 20th no matter what’s happening. Looking forward to that.
Just climbed out of the bathroom with the family and the dog. Wow. We haven’t done that since the boys got all spindly. (And kudos to everyone for being reasonably sweet-smelling.) So we went from no significant rain for seven months to a line of severe thunderstorms with embedded tornadoes. It’s not over as I type, but it looks mostly so.
It’s tough for me to get any mental purchase on writing for pleasure right now. I have the same kinds of thoughts I always have, but I haven’t had the time or the frame of mind to stop and jot a few notes, which is how I usually do things. (Or, I have potentially entertaining ideas about people, but I know I couldn’t keep any writing about them effective yet vague enough to remain anonymous.)
That reminds me of the number one piece of advice I have for any writer (so far): be able to record an idea in any environment. Pen & paper; voice recorder on your phone; whatever, use it. If you have a good idea in the shower, get out and write it down. If you’re lying back down after getting up to pee in the middle of the night and you have a good idea, sit up and write it down. At least scrawl a few words to give your brain a fighting chance in the morning.
One of the biggest lies you will ever tell yourself is “I’ll remember that,” referring to a good idea.
No, you won’t. And the harder you try to pull it back from the abyss, the more quickly it will slip out of reach, just like sand in a closing fist. It is agonizing to remember nothing about an idea except that it was good. I had an idea about a month ago that I remember as possibly book-level in magnitude, and I can’t tell you the first thing about it because it was 4:30 in the morning and I wanted to go back to sleep more than I wanted to sit up on an elbow holding a flashlight in my teeth for two freakin’ minutes.
Is that tendency actually tactically worse with age? Or is it that I’m wise enough now to recognize the tragedy of it? Or a combination?
Sometimes this mental mood feels like “adrift.” Other times it feels like a growth opportunity, if I can figure out how to effectively listen for it.
I don’t remember Punt ‘Bama Punt. I was 19 months old, and though I do remember a lot from my toddler years, I was not yet actively following Alabama football.
I feel like I remember it, though, because I’m treated to multiple viewings of it every November when the Iron Bowl is played.
You know, though, the part they never mention when they show that footage is exactly what I do remember about it: Alabama won the next nine Iron Bowls in a row. I was 8 years old the first time I attended an Iron Bowl in person, but I was 11 the first time I remember Alabama losing.
For the first part of my life, the Iron Bowl just didn’t happen any other way. Alabama always won. Why did Auburn keep coming to the game? I wondered.
Now, in addition to Punt ‘Bama Punt, I’m treated to multiple viewings of Kick Six, which I remember all too well. It is another iconic Iron Bowl ending—and another Auburn victory.
And by the way, Alabama has won three Iron Bowls in a row since Kick Six. That’s the first three-peat since 1990-92. It puts Nick Saban, as the Alabama head coach, at 7-3 vs. Auburn. His three losses are his first year, with limited implementation of The Process; 2010, opposing a freakish, lightning-in-a-bottle player; and Kick Six.
You may have noticed I didn’t make a lot of racket about Alabama winning the Iron Bowl last night. It’s mostly because that, while it pleases me, I also recognize it as the natural state of things. I’m looking to the calendar, forward and back, and thinking Alabama has this until 2023 or so.
I won’t begrudge Auburn its bizarre freak show victories, and having to watch their replays every year, when Alabama follows with calmly icing the rivalry for most of a decade at a time.
Steel yourselves, Auburn. We’re just gettin’ sat down good.