1985

The wife and I adopted a highway in 1985, after finding out about my “condition.” As it turns out, my semen cannot create highways, but rather only human beings. We became blessed by our little angel, miles 131 to 135 of the I-45, or as we affectionately call her, I-45ie. I-45ie wasn’t like the other girls in the neighborhood. She never wanted to jump rope or play hopscotch, preferring instead to connect places for automobile transit.