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I'm nothing if not a connoisseur of theater. Back in high school, I really brought down the house as Nicely-Nicely Johnson.

Each spring, I diligently trudge to Globe Life Field to help you, the consumer, make an educated choice at concessions stands.

The National Medal of Honor Museum opens today in Arlington. George W. Bush joined several recipients to cut the ribbon at a party this weekend.

"The munchkins need something fun and lighthearted while they're home for spring break," parents across the area have been thinking. "Let's teach them about the Titanic."

We all know how seriously I take my duty as a journalist, particularly when a stadium introduces a new menu. After covering severe weather this week, I determined we all needed a break, so I headed to Frisco to try the new dishes they'll serve at FC Dallas' home opener Saturday.

I woke up early this morning to a phone call from my station alerting me to go out and ask people how they feel about tornadoes. Spoilers: they're not fans.

Heritage has an array of sports memorabilia on the block. Tragically, none of it honors Youppi!, but it does include other legends in professional sports. Macho Man Randy Savage, for instance.

Murder is wrong. That's an unusually #HotTake from the editorial board here at 1 Scaianalysis Esplanade, but we feel strongly about it.

"We've had a tough week. You know what everyone would like to see?" the Netflix algorithm surmised. "A TV show about an airplane flying into a wormhole."

There hasn't been much going on in the news the past few days, so I decided to catch up on Perfect Strangers.

We're all getting to work just fine today. We just won't get home tonight.

I met Jimmy Carter in 2014. He had come to Fort Worth to work on a Habitat for Humanity build. He worked on several houses in the same neighborhood, and when I say, "worked," I mean, "He was actually working."

Each year, I head to Grapevine when the mayor pardons a turkey for Thanksgiving.

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.