Is There An Escaped Convict In Houston? No, It's Just W.

I was driving on I-45 South at Broadway on Thursday afternoon and there were police cars absolutely everywhere. I saw probably 12-15 of them in a half a mile - on the shoulders, under the overpasses. I had been working all morning and didn't have the first clue what was going on. I called a friend and asked him "Is there an escaped convict and I'm right in the middle of a massive manhunt?" His response: "No, it's just W."

Oh, yeah. He flew into Ellington to visit with the Discovery astronauts as a little side trip on his way to do a River Oaks fundraiser for his white-haired lap dog, John Cornyn.

Escaped convict, escaped W. Hmm.

Is our streets safe (muse asks using her best W impersonation)? I couldn't help thinking about Houston's police shortage and wondering what hot spots weren't being covered in order to protect President 31%.

Police logs note that Cornyn was observed jumping up and down excitedly, with his tongue hanging out, and his butt wagging, yipping "It's my master! It's my master! Look, there he is! I'm going to go slobber on him!"