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.

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

We've had a busy stretch in the Metroplex with just team after team after team [but not another "after team"] vying for championships. The Dallas Stars didn't make it to the NHL Finals, but the Mavericks did, so they're headed to Boston tonight.

It's been cold in Texas the past couple weeks <#breaking, #icymi>, which is ideal weather for shoving a microphone in people's face to ask them how they feel.

Near the infancy of #ScaiaBlog, we discussed the 50th anniversary of the assassination of John F. Kennedy. We've come so far since then.

"I'll just go ahead and make this heat wave about myself," I said this week as I hit the streets to shove my microphone in people's faces to ask how they feel. In my defense, when you meet someone from Ohio, I feel like it's natural to want to talk about Ohio.

I wonder if the shooting in Allen might lead to people arguing about politics on Facebook. That never happens, but this one stands out.

Loyal Scaiaholics will recall I long for a simpler time when kids could stumble into school a minute before 1st period started and still get to class on time. An era when we snuck out to pick up party subs during school.

Damar Hamlin's story has become a rallying point for a world that's been borderline stressed out the past few years. He's recovering and has been transferred to a hospital in Buffalo.

No British ruler had ever visited Texas, not even a Druid, which may help explain why Stonehenge is shrouded in mystery instead of having songs written about it and people arguing about the best way to defend it like the Alamo

"You want some rain?" the Lord said, listening to us drone on about the drought. "How about the most rain in 90 years?!" [His omnipotence allows him to speak in hyperlinks.]

I minored in meteorology for some reason. "Gotta minor in something," I suspect I said to myself at one point. Li'l Baby Scaia used to...

It's March Madness for microphone shovin'!" I declared as I wandered into Dickie's Arena in Fort Worth.

Everything went great the last time Texas had a cold snap. In anticipation of freezing temperatures this week, we were all gently encouraged to plan ahead, including ERCOT.

I've made so secret of my controversial position that modern day arguments about pronouns have less of an impact on society than World War II. Today, 63 World War II vets flew into DFW from across the country.

You might not believe this, but I was a bit of a rabble-rouser in high school. This came up this week as part of microphone shovin'.

Airlines and their unions may not agree on much. In fact, a quick search of my photos library turned up several picketing events held by various American Airlines and Southwest Airlines unions outside DFW and Love Field.

“It’s sunny out today,” I thought to myself. “Great weather for microphone shovin’.”

As the only millennial who still has cable, I found myself at the house after work this afternoon, flipping back and forth between two timely epics programs: M*A*S*H and Big.

"Good weather for microphone shovin'," I thought to myself as I woke up Thursday morning.