The Inconsistent Writer

I sat down just the other day and started to realize how much less I feel like a California transplant than even just a few years back. To be completely honest, however, I didn't start to think about it again until Lisa and I were traveling down to Six Flags over Georgia this past weekend. She asked me how it is that I "survived southern California traffic" with my normal vehicle pace? I really didn't give her much of an answer. 95% of the time I travel the speed limit on the interstate, which is 70 MPH. I don't know about you, but I personally believe that 70 MPH is fast enough. Sometimes I want to drive faster, but my better judgment usually gets the best of me. (And this is the person who currently has one ticket on his record and an accident all within the last year or so.) I know that at some point in time, in my youth, I had a bit of a lead foot. That was usually depended upon the car that I was driving (specifically the 1994 Camaro I owned for a very b

I will be the first to admit that there are plenty of westerns I have never seen (good, bad or indifferent). I'm sure there are several reasons why, but I'm only going to express to you the most obvious one. I've grown extremely accustomed to the “action western.” If there wasn't some sort of “white hat-wearing" gun-slinger there to exact justice, I felt that it really wasn't worth my attention. Between the ages of twelve and sixteen, my father had introduced to me two movies that helped shape what I felt were then, as well are still today, the quintessential films of the western genre. Both are located in the number one and number two slots and have become a measuring standard of everything else I've seen since then. As my palette matured, so did my opinion of westerns. I started to appreciate not only the “action western” but films that took place in the American West that contained multi-layered characters or films that were not only driven by action