As some friends have observed, I haven't updated them on what's going on with me in a while. My first month of marriage has been going well. We've missed the kids, having been without them for most of the month, but we'll be reunited this weekend.

My wife and I drove out to Crawford, TX to see what would happen when the Michael Moore film, Fahrenheit 9/11 came to town. We'd already seen the film. My interest lay in seeing the turnout and the chemistry that would undoubtedly erupt when the groups who supported Moore's message met up with Bush's backers. The town was crammed with cars. The inflatable projection screen was erected in a place called Tonkawa Falls Park, an RV park that was not designed to handle the throngs that trekked out to attend the screening. The toughest part of the visit was finding a parking spot. One Crawford resident was fiercely defending his own "no parking" policy in front of his house. He was mostly successful, too. Only one vehicle managed to park in front of his house, where more than a dozen could have parked. For the most part, the worst examples of each support group turned out: the "Moores" looked like they lived in the RV park. The "Bushes" looked like they were born in the RV park. Then there was the press. Not more than a generation removed from the gypsies that spawned them, the reporters and photogs from network affiliates lingered and stared at the crowd, hoping to get a shot of something useful before the light fell away.

We had to leave early, due to the fact that I was suffering from a stomach ache brought about by a conflict between my gut and a frozen pizza. Still, we stayed long enough to see a moron proudly wielding a sign that read, "Kerry is a Fairy" (I wonder how long it took him to come up with that impressive bit of poetry), and the rest of the mentally vacant who admitted that, even though they had never seen the Moore film, were adamantly opposed to it.