Bill thought I'd flame him, but hey, he's right - I missed Alamo Day yesterday. Here is my excuse:
To re-establish my credentials, let me share my Alamo photos with y'all.
That's Keith, who never does anything half-assed. He's taking a closeup photo with a camera that could cause the Enterprise to have sensor-envy. Keith's latest project is to lose weight, achieved by writing a database application from scratch to monitor caloric intake, daily activity, heart rate, etc. Knowing Keith's razor-sharp discipline, he will likely be running Iron Man in a month. The man is a living Sucessories catalog (whereas I tend more towards Despair).
This is Johnny, who rides a motorcycle, climbed Kilimanjaro for his honeymoon, is a master of ballroom dance, and had the patience to actually finish that hellish kendo class that I mecifully dropped out of after three sessions. Basically, he's James Bond, but Made in Taiwan.
And that ball of fur is Abu, who has been around the world. But Abu deserves a website all his own.
And of course, that building there is the Alamo. The history of which is worth reading, because it's inspiring, and authentically American. I have come to realise that Texas is America writ large (yes, I do mean large).
 I just realised what a loser I sound like, in comparison to my overachiever friends :)