Mrs. GG and I live just down the street from the county fairgrounds in our little Texas town. The street makes a 90 degree turn right right where our house is. Each night of the fair features a country-western band and lots and lots of beer. On each of three successive nights this past week, I found out that beer, pickup trucks and 90 degree street turns are not a good mix. Those trucks found their way into our yard and landscape on each occasion, doing considerable damage. Needless to say, this caused me to be much grouchier than normal.