I'm having to write this short bio of myself for the TexShare site contributors page, and I'm having real trouble conveying what I want to convey, because it takes a lot of explaining, and I won't get into any of that here, but, it does put me in mind of this: Circa 1972, when my parents were planning what would be our migration back from Alabama to Texas, I would ask questions beginning, "If we move to Texas..." and my mother would respond, "*When* we move to Texas." And I would ask what the difference was, and she would tell me. "If" meant something might or might not happen; it wasn't a given. "When," on the other hand, meant it was definitely going to happen.
If. When. Texas. The three go together like beads on a string in my head, even today.
Posted on April 17, 2006 to pure drivel
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