Dateline:  Laredo.  Restaurant La Posada, hotel backed up to the Rio Grande.  In thirty minutes, my special person and I will walk the long bridge dragging plastic garbage bags full of toothbrushes and toothpaste.  About a thousand of each.  Thank you dentists of Austin!

And I’m anxious as all get out.  I’m not sure our government at work will let us cross with our bounty. Years back dragging school supplies in a similar manner I was turned back before accused of taking mechandise across to sell.  So there’s that.  Then there’s the murder rate in Nuevo Laredo and the fact that there are no longer any police.  (The last police chief lasted three and a half hours.)

But mostly I’m anxious because, at long last, I’m putting myself where my mouth has been.  I’m going in and mingle with the real people with nothing.

As Mark Twain is famous for saying, “I can resist anything but temptation,” I can do anything that doesn’t require any true change or ‘stretching’ on my part.  So here goes a wennie under the radar.

Report to follow.  If you never hear from me again, please forward this post to the proper authorities.