I am saddened by what has happened in Houston. Saddened and horrified. And, dammit, I’m proud of these United States for the way citizens have flocked to Texas to help rescue folks in the flood. There are many good places and good people in the world, but tonight my thoughts are with Texas and my fellow Americans who are showing the world how we do caring and sharing.
I met Roy on Sunday afternoon at Victor Hugo’s restaurant/bar in the Oak Cliff neighborhood of Dallas. Right away I could see that there is Native American blood in his veins. He confirmed this to me when he said that he is Apache on his mother’s side, and Cherokee/Spanish on his father’s side. He was an active duty Marine for 24 years, and he is quick to tell anyone that once a Marine, always a Marine. For the past 17 years, he has been a police officer. We traded stories about families and life, over a glass of wine, a mug of beer, and a shot of tequila.