I am a grateful man. I am grateful for my family. I am grateful for my home. I am grateful for work. And I am grateful that I am not the kind of person who pads around his hotel room in his underwear.
I suppose that last one requires an explanation.
I was down in Dallas on a little of what people up here think Texans call “bidness.” Actually, the Texans I know say business, just like we do. I know. I was amazed, too.