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Each year, I drop in Arlington's Interlochen neighborhood to see their holiday displays.

"Wait, Scaia was in a car crash?" you might be thinking to yourself. "Because he, like, never talks about it."

We all know the history of the first Thanksgiving... allegedly. Our schools have been glossing over the fact Texas had a bigger Thanksgiving led by the Catholics [so you can be sure it was more rootin' and tootin' than the event in New England] a full 23 years before the pilgrims.

Leading up to the election, pundits and wags confidently explained to us who would win. They do this every four years to provide us all with information, of course, not sensationalize a story to fill hours upon hours of airtime with space for commercials.

My past week has mainly consisted of me stumbling out of bed in the morning, loading the Texas Secretary of State's website and telling people how many of us voted the day before.

In just a few weeks, we'll choose our next president of the United States. This is a wonderful opportunity to participate in our nation's government, which is an opportunity many people around the world don't have.

When you check into a hotel on vacation, you might not think the clerk has an interesting story to tell.

I understand, Oakland fans.

"How often should we post about politics on Facebook?" you might have asked as the election draws closer.

I've wrecked news car after news car. Just news car after news car. But the pick-up truck I own in real life has remained consistent.

Sure, the Dallas Cowboys haven't enjoyed the Cincinnati Bengals' level of success these past few years, but few have. Still, fans have been frustrated, calling out, "Scaia wasn't even talkin' about his precious hometown team until a couple years ago. The term, 'bandwagon jumper,' is thrown around all too often these days, but in this case..."

Back in 2015, I was covering a Veterans Day event in Fort Worth. During an interview, someone took the time to come up, loop an American flag through my belt and take a picture.

Have you ever thought, "Sure, I've got $15 million burnin' a hole in my pocket, but what's the right piece of baseball memorabilia for me?!"

In order to make you feel inadequate about your life's work, I recently met an 11 year old girl who has published a series of books.

Continuing the theme in which I'm an outlier by trying to give people hope for the future, the second half of the Major League season starts today.

Perhaps now more than ever, we need a voice to calm our nation's jangled nerves. Regardless of politics, the country should be coming together.

The Texas Rangers' success has helped bring the Dallas/Fort Worth Metroplex together at a time when many of us seem split by political or ideological differences.

After a heartfelt Independence Day where we all came together to celebrate our nation and all that unites us, we've now returned to arguing with strangers online about politics.

Much like our nation, Curly's Frozen Custard is never finished. They're always growing, always evolving.

We may feel like a divided people. We may feel like nothing can truly bring us together. Except when we get our property valuation and we get declare, in one voice, "There's no way I'm payin' that much. I need a new roof and foundation!"