State of doom

I have decided that Texas is a state of death. Why? Because on the way there we almost hit a 300-pound hog running across the highway in the middle of the night. It looked like a ghost. Creepy. And then the next day we went looking for alligators. And then Nancy told us about all the people attacked by nature that she sees in the emergency room. We're talking snake bites and other nastiness. Then we saw vultures on my dad's front lawn. All of this was a stark reminder that we are not at the top of the food chain, my friends. I wrote a column about the dangers in Oklahoma.