I'm guessing that some children who live near the Ballpark at Arlington (sorry, not ready to call it Ameriquest Field yet) got confused yesterday. They thought it was the Fourth of July. Every time the Rangers hit a homerun, fireworks go off. And yesterday at the the game we were at, they homered eight -- franchise record EIGHT -- times. They had 17 hits, 11 of which were for extra bases. It was a nail-biter: 18-3. No wonder Clemens is having one of the best seasons of his life, and can't come up with many wins. - - - - Just finished a gorgeous ride along the Trinity River this morning. If I lived anywhere near it, I think it's a trail I'd have to bike every morning. At the end of the ride, I went all around the Colonial Golf Course, where the final round will be played today. It was fun watching all the people arriving early to grab their spots. (Note: most of them look like they ride carts when they play golf rather than walk.) I saw a few golfers warming up. But it didn't appear to be any of the six I can actually identify! - - - - Still trying to decide where to go to church this morning. We usually run over to Richland Hills. Love that place and am always fed by Rick. But we may take Chris to University Christian Church today on the TCU campus. I've only been a couple times, but the music was inspiring and the preaching was above average. Plus, they have weekly communion. More and more a worship assembly doesn't make sense to me if communion isn't a central part. Blessings on you Highland folks today. You'll love hearing Joe Almanza.