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I may never have mentioned this before, but I was in a bit of a car crash about five years ago.

I've spent much of the past week in Houston.

A Scaiaholic recently asked what I think of the protests that have been ongoing across the country. I haven't blogged about the case in Minneapolis because George Floyd's death and the response are not funny. I understand both sides.

Back in aught-five, I had settled into Hermiston, SuperOregon. Recent College Graduate Scaia was longing for a new adventure. Growing up in the heart of the Cincinnati-Dayton corridor and visiting family in New York and New England as a young'n, I was ready to get away from it all.

My assignment at work today included all the excitement of people in Dallas arguing with each other about COVID-19 and a review of election law! You know it's a productive day when you email the web guys a story that has a link to a PDF from the Texas attorney general's office.

When Jim Lehrer passed away yesterday , the internet was aflame with adjectives. Jim Lehrer was "understated" and "thoughtful." People were "heartbroken." Lehrer was a man of "civility and integrity." ("Scaia, your understated good looks betray foolishness. Civility and integrity are nouns," you're hollering at your computer. And you're right to do it.) Judy Woodruff took his place at PBS NewsHour . She said he was a mentor, another noun. Lehrer founded the program in 1975 an

I grew up near Cincinnati, and my parents are from Connecticut. Naturally, I grew up a fan of the Montreal Expos.

Edited to add: Allan Saxe has now passed away. When he retired in 2019, I talked to him about his career. He taught for 55 years, and when I talked to him about his retirement, he said in his day, college was for misfits, but now everybody has to look professional and fit in. "I found out college professors have no sense of humor. None. They do not understand sarcasm. They have no sense of humor. I'm overgeneralizing, but it's true." He says that makes professors less memorab

I'm writing on a plane back to Texas, having spent the weekend at the Pendleton Round-Up. Loyal Scaiaholics recall my origin story includes Oregon, and each September, I look forward to returning for the rodeo.

My first boss from my days back in Oregon texted me the other day. He was asking, quite understandably, if I was eating at a Rocco's Pizza location in Pasco, Washington.

This weekend marks the anniversary of my car crash.

You’ve probably heard by now (first, because of the amount of news it made and second, because it happened four months ago), but I was in a bit of a fender bender back in December.

When you spend several hours a day driving around the Metroplex chasing down the news, you start to think about all the billboards and signs you pass every day. I do, at least. For instance, I occasionally find myself sitting in traffic on I-35E in Lewisville. Each time, I gaze upon this water tower.