A couple of Gentle Readers misunderstood a previous post and have come to the conclusion that Your Humble Scribe done got hisself hitched.
Earlier this month my name was suggested as a candidate to be appointed to fill out the remainder of an elected term.
The elected term of a Texas judge, to be specific.
Part of the appointment process involves an interview. As one might guess, you do not walk into an interview for a judicial position wearing jeans and a Brushpopper shirt.
I admit to some nerves, and while prepping the night before, I soothed myself by writing a brief piece concerning the tie and the troubles involved in tying one -- part of which involved the fact that I hadn't even bothered to wear a tie to my Baby Sisters wedding.
Confusion has, alas, ensued.
For the record: I am still single. I am not married now, nor have I ever been.
When that situation changes, you can bet that I will neither be coy, nor shy about announcing that fact at length, and with absolutely no possibility of being misunderstood.
ps: I have not traded in my badge and gun for a gavel, either. A more-qualified individual won the appointment -- a circumstance which I find does not bother me in the least.