The show consists of three sections covering subjects well known to all Texans. Cheerleading, tornadoes and mental illness.

In regards to cheerleading, I believe it is time to bemoan its demise as a substitute for a stand in for royalty in the Lone Star State and it’s digression into something passing for a sport. Cheerleading in the past was much like politics in the present. No real qualifications for the job meant anything. With the right timing even a bona-fide harlot could make the grade and that spoke for everything that was right with America. Also the chance to play a couple of hard-bitten, bitter mean as a Chow-Chow pep squad girls was more than I could pass up.

Having grown up in tornado country I have probably suffered permanent damage because my mother was so picky about which underground shelter she would deign to hide in. The only way to get her attention was to scream, “We’re all going to die!!!!!!” Yes Virginia there is humor in a life or death experience. Join me underground for what wasn’t funny at the time.

Mental illness is treated more honestly in the south and southwest. We don’t hide our deranged relatives. We put them right out on the front porch or display them in church every Sunday morning, but when I took my mother to visit a relative in a mental hospital, mama created so much havoc that by the end of the day I was ready to book a room. The place was never the same. I am this way for a reason. Come see why.