Yesterday morning, I was getting out of the car after taking Maria to school. I looked up, and there in the top of our front yard tree was a hawk. Just sitting there. I noted that he was surrounded by smaller birds, sort of pelting him. I’d seen that before, back when I’d written about hawks. Might be a nice time to re-read this. The night before, I also saw an owl in a tree down at the creek.

Neither of them need the money, but I’m pretty sure that T. Boone Pickens owes John Kerry a million bucks.

If you have a girl Maria’s age, there is no way you do not know the name “Hannah Montana.” Think of her as The Beatles for girls, age 8-14. I am not talking about talent of the star. I am talking about the adoration of the fans. Hannah Montana is as hot a celebrity as there is, or ever has been, for girls this age.

Hannah Montana was in concert in Fort Worth Wednesday night. We were not fortunate enough to remember to buy tickets in the first fifteen minutes, so we had no chance of going. Apparently, we could have bought a scalped ticket for a thousand bucks each.

Celebrity is a funny thing. Who you are really shapes who you see as a celebrity, and who you don’t. For example, I was reading the paper this morning, and found this small item about how Troy Aikman had taken his daughters to the Hannah Montana show.

So, while we were at dinner tonight, I mentioned to Dennise, “Hey…did you hear that Troy Aikman took his kids to see Hannah Montana?”

To which Maria broke in and asked, “Who’s Troy Aikman?”