There's something you don't see everyday, Edgar

For reasons known only to sociologists and writers (fiction writers are free to make stuff up as long as it sounds plausible), Memorial and Labor Day Weekends provide the bookends to summer for Americans. In that time that we Americans define as summer, Clear Lake squeals (see my previous discussion in Anthropology 101), throbs withContinue reading “There's something you don't see everyday, Edgar”

There’s something you don’t see everyday, Edgar

For reasons known only to sociologists and writers (fiction writers are free to make stuff up as long as it sounds plausible), Memorial and Labor Day Weekends provide the bookends to summer for Americans. In that time that we Americans define as summer, Clear Lake squeals (see my previous discussion in Anthropology 101), throbs withContinue reading “There’s something you don’t see everyday, Edgar”

Anthropology 101

I indulged my inner anthropologist over the weekend. It’s that time of year where we share our little southeastern shore of Clear Lake with—how shall I put this delicately?—morons. Wahoo! (This paroxysm of joy must be shouted to apprise everyone within 300 yards that the exclaimer is having a rapturous time.) Memorial Weekend kicked offContinue reading “Anthropology 101”