A weekend retrospective.

I’ll begin by stating that Sam and I had a terrific weekend but the Dallas Cowboys had absolutely nothing to do with it. What we’ve got here is an incohesive, poorly coached team of lazy millionaires with the the worst record in the NFL. Last night they lost to Green Bay 45 to 7, but Sam and I stopped watching halfway into the second quarter because it was such a painful embarrassment. But even more bizarre than this season’s record is the fact that THE COWBOYS’ WEBSITE IS OFFLINE TODAY BECAUSE SOME BIMBO IN THE FRONT OFFICE LET THEIR DOMAIN NAME EXPIRE. (Maybe they can blame THIS on Wade Phillips, too.)

As for the better parts of our weekend, we had a swell Sunday brunch at Blue Mesa, during which Sam consumed more food in an hour than he usually eats over the course of two days. This included two gigantic tumblers of fresh-squeezed grapefruit juice, an omelet, fajitas, guacamole and chips, roasted corn relish, two adobe pies, chicken enchiladas, black beans and a two-inch thick Belgian waffle with syrup and whipped cream. Afterwards we drove to the Tanger outlet mall in Terrell, Texas, and bought him a pile of new underwear and socks at the Jockey store. We LOVE the Jockey store.

Last night while my stuffed and sated Sam was unconscious on the couch I watched an amazing movie I recorded last week: “Thirteen Days” with Kevin Costner. It tells the story of the Cuban missile crisis in 1962 and how close the United States actually came to nuclear war with the Soviet Union. This was a totally riveting film with a great script, outstanding decade-appropriate props, vehicles and wardrobe, and the producers even managed to find actors who looked exactly like the characters they were portraying from President Kennedy’s cabinet, like Bobby Kennedy, Dean Rusk, Robert McNamara, Adlai Stevenson, Lyndon Johnson, Pierre Salinger and so on. Whether or not you have any personal recollection of the Cuban missile crisis I strongly recommend this movie. It’s an accurate depiction of history and more compelling than the best Cold War suspense novel. For the record, I’ve always loved Adlai Stevenson. If you don’t know who he is you can learn more here. Thank you for reading this.