By Jeff Balke
By Aaron Reiss
By Angelica Leicht
By Dianna Wray
By Aaron Reiss
By Camilo Smith
By Craig Malisow
By Jeff Balke
I saw fewer wrecked cars in Houston than in Iceland, but then I lived inside the Loop and rarely had to drive on the freeways, and practically never at rush hour. A lot of fatalities in Iceland occur when big-tired Jeeps and family compacts crash head-on.
As for looking for the other driver, in winter drivers wipe snow from just a small part of their windshield and back window. Count yourselves lucky not to have snow in Houston, or very rarely.
So, you see, Houstonians are not alone. Safe and happy driving.
Spyder man: I want to praise your article on a subject that should get more attention in the media in general.
I drive in Kingwood/Atascocita for a local pest control company, and the driving practices I see scare the hell out of me. That simple courtesy of the "fast lane" that people seem to have forgotten so easily is a perfect example of the problem. There's no respect for the other guy, with the arrogance of the "I'll do what I want" attitude.
And of course, the worst drivers always seem to be driving the biggest vehicles that, ironically, are sometimes purchased for their protection while becoming a major threat to others' safety. I drive a Mitsubishi Eclipse Spyder convertible, and the thought of a collision with one of these behemoths makes me feel as vulnerable as a beer can in a recycling center.
Someone needs to stand up and scream at the whole city: "Going slow? Move the hell to the right!" so I don't have to do it on a daily basis.
Risky business: While I sympathize with the family ["Flesh-Eating Oysters," by George Flynn, March 14], this is another example of a belief in a risk-free life that plaintiff's attorneys see through "benjamin"-colored glasses.
Eating raw oysters is a risk knowingly taken by party-loving humankind on a daily basis. When bacteria kill a man who has a pre-existingcondition that makes such a death possible, it is the human who is responsible. The family knew he could get sick from eating raw oysters based on the wife's experience, yet he ordered them anyway.
Now the lawyer says the restaurant killed this guy? What is supposed to change because the family of a barber has disproportionate wealth transferred to it by a seafood restaurant and its supply chain? What a bunch of bullshit.
Fry or die? As a seafood lover (no sex involved), I can understand the appetite for raw oysters. Also, I think or say one thing when I see someone eating them: dumbass. Don't blame me for my stupid actions, the lawsuit seems to say.
Everyone knows of the possible dangers of poisoning from raw oysters but thinks it will never happen to them. Wake up. It's like someone overdosing on drugs, drinking and driving, or smoking; they know better beforehand but do it anyway. Eating a delicacy is not worth a life, no matter how small the risk. If you're ill, it's even more ridiculous.
Besides, oysters taste great fried. Better alive to eat them fried than dead, never again to taste the oyster bed (I'm a lame poet). Good article.