There’s something almost grotesque in the way that the summer lingers in Texas. Where other regionalities have begun to cool in the 10th month of the annum, a feeling of freshly minted hell permeates throughout the beef state, with 90-degree temperatures still in reach.

Fall is here, though, make no mistake. And with it, the reminder of just how badly Julius Caesar cocked up the Julian Calendar. How on earth is October not the eighth month of the year? It was in the previous Roman calendar!

I’d ask who to blame, but history has made it pretty clear who bears the responsibility for such an inexplicable error. Fortunately, he was subsequently used as a fleshy pincushion by a group of peers who were also upset about the calendar.

Or, at least, that’s what Brutus told me. And Brutus is an h

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