When I was about 12 years old back in Houston, my Dad used to take us to the driving range.

It's not like driving the freeways of California. It's dog-eat-dog out here. You have to have water and food and be ready for most anything to happen.

I got a horse when I was eight or 10 years old. And dad used to take me to the rodeo back home. I got into it big time.

I really understood a lot more about comedy after listening to Bill Hicks, who died at 32 years old. He's probably the best comedian who ever lived. Although you can't say that because of Carlin, Cosby and Pryor.

She described to us six lanes' worth of unadulterated fear, populated exclusively by motorists whose driving education had been paid for by the blood of pedestrians.

Hurricane Rita is dangerous, and Houston is well-prepared,