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What a day at Seaworld in San Antonio. I'm starting this tonight because I haven't posted in 2 or 3 weeks and really want to keep this growing, expanding, and just seeing what happens. Plus, one of my new Twitter friends who has a pretty nice blog sent me a message today asking how the blogging was coming along. Nice to have someone keeping you in check. I've actually gotten a lot out of Twitter and talked with some interesting people, but I'll save that for another posting. I'm wrecked for several reasons. One, it's almost 11 and I'm digesting a nice rib-eye and grilled shrimp. Two, trying to keep up with my son, Kenny, is getting to be a challenge. Lana, he and I had a real blast today. It's our 2nd "real" vacation as just us, but this one's different. He's growing up so much, travels so much better, and now it's more like we're traveling with three people instead of two adults and a baby. My hat is off to Lana. I'm thankf

I've been reading a book called Coach Wooden One on One, written by former UCLA coach John Wooden and Jay Carty. Wooden coached Lew Alcindor, better known as Kareem Abdul Jabbar, so he has some miles and experience on him. It's a book of powerful insights and a great daily devotional. I read this yesterday and it was about Fatherhood and being a good role model for your children. A careful man I want to be, A little fellow follows me; I do not dare to go astray, For fear he'll go the self-same way. I cannot once escape his eyes, Whate'er he sees me do, he tries; Like me he says he's going to be, The little fellow that follows me. He thinks that I am good and fine, Believes in every word of mine; The base in me he must not see. The little chap who follows me. I must remember as I go, Through summer's s