by Phil Houseal | Mar 5, 2025 | All Articles, Philosophy
March 5, 2025–”We were never meant to hear everyone’s opinion on everything all the time.” Sean Ono Lennon “It’s 17 degrees.” Ten minutes later: “It’s 18 degrees.” Fifteen minutes later: “It’s…” “Stop saying the temperature!” She was right. And I...
by Phil Houseal | Mar 2, 2025 | All Articles, History, Philosophy
March 26, 2025–How many squares of toilet paper do you use? How many paper towels does it take to clean up a cup of spilled milk? If you had parents or grandparents who lived through the Depression, I wager that you are familiar with the often compulsive lengths they...
by Phil Houseal | Feb 26, 2025 | All Articles, History, Music, Philosophy
Feb 26, 2025–Recently a gaggle of musicians were sharing road stories, talking about the highs and lows of making “a living” traveling across the country, picking in dives and bars, sleeping in cars, eating through the Dairy Queen menu, drinking too much, and...
by Phil Houseal | Feb 19, 2025 | All Articles, Events, Music, People of the Hill Country, Philosophy, Venue
Feb 19, 2024–It’s always about the song. What makes a good song, I asked Gary Nicholson, the prolific songwriter you might not have ever heard of, who will perform at the Hill Top Café north of Fredericksburg on Feb 27. “What makes a good song is a song that people...
by Phil Houseal | Feb 12, 2025 | All Articles, Events, History, People of the Hill Country, Philosophy, Venue
Feb 12, 2025–I must admit to a feeling of guilt that I have never visited the great museums and cathedrals of Europe. I have not gone on safari in Africa, nor ridden on the Orient Express. I haven’t waddled with penguins in Antarctica nor left REI gear on the slopes...
by Phil Houseal | Feb 5, 2025 | All Articles, Philosophy
Feb 5, 2025–How would you live your life differently if you didn’t now what time it was? Or what day? Or what year? Or how old you were? This is not an idle question. I don’t think we realize how much of our lives are controlled by numbers. For some reason, humans are...
