“I know we have problems with our souls.”

Ain’t that the truth.

You can’t turn on the radio in the Dallas-Ft. Worth area without hearing baseball legend Nolan Ryan pitching concrete foundation repair for a major player in the fix-my-slab business. I always smile at the way he pronounces the word “soils.” Like many a fine Texan, the word drawls out of his mouth more like “soles” as in boot bottoms or the purview of pastors.

Of course he’s right. In this part of Texas and in many other areas of the globe, we do have problems with our soils.

Stupid sticky elastic clay.

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Along the outside walls, piles of dirt