St. Thomas & The Highway To Hell

I’m headed 50 miles south today from Houston to Galveston to have lunch, take a walk and look around.

Hopefully you will be able to take a nice day trip at some point soon. Odds are that you’ve earned some peace.

I’m going by myself. I enjoy time with my wife and with friends.  I also enjoy time by myself. You need time by yourself to keep yourself together and to be able to remain useful to others.  

Driving to Galveston on I-45, the Gulf Freeway, I will resume an internal debate that I think would make the man I get my last name from, St. Thomas Aquinas, proud. My last name is Aquino.

I’m not any expert on St. Thomas, but I know he did a lot of thinking. Here is information on St. Thomas from the Stanford Dictionary of Philosophy. He lived 1225-1274.

( The painting of St. Thomas you see above was completed in the 15th century by Fra Angelico.)

Are Houston’s highways a literal Hell on Earth, or are they more correctly seen as representations of Hell?

Is Hell all around us? Do we make our own Hell by the failure of mental discipline involved in not managing our reaction to things that are lousy? Is the idea that I-45 is a kind of Hell a manifestation of some type of anxiety about where life’s travels are taking us? Am I afraid of just my own course in life? Or, given how many people ride on I-45, do I see all of us on a Highway to Hell?  

Or maybe I-45 is simply a real living Hell on Earth. You can’t rule that out.

This Is Not Where I Shall Purchase Menudo And Tripe Tacos

The establishment above is not where I feel I shall purchase my menudo and tripe tacos.

I took this picture while driving around in Houston last week. 

Here is a link to a number of menudo recipes.

Here is a recipe for tripe tacos. 

I have never eaten menudo or tripe tacos.

I am debating giving menudo a try, but I have not yet decided.

My father has told me that during the Depression he and his family ate all sorts of organ meats.