Boots

It's funny - whenever I go to Oklahoma, I get this weird urge to buy a pair of cowboy boots.

In spite of growing up in western Oklahoma, I have never owned a pair of cowboy boots. Frankly, I don't know when I would wear them if I did have a pair, but for some reason I always think about getting some.

It always comes on like a surge - you know what I mean, that "It's midnight, we're bored, hey, let's drive to Vegas!" kind of wackiness - but thus far it has always receded almost as quickly.

So, once again, no boots for Brad.

I did espy a certain piece of hardware at the airport security checkpoint that told me I was in Real-Life Gosh-Darn Rootin' Tootin' Cowboy Country, though:

Ten Flying W Points to the first person to identify this most perplexing object...