I was sitting in Threadgill’s

I was sitting in Threadgill’s, doing a reading and dining on some of the fresh asparagus, and gratefully, I was doing a reading for a friend’s daughter so my client was rather understanding. Just the cutest little woman wearing a halter top and shorts walks up to the table, and asks, “Excuse me, are you I was sitting in Threadgill’s

existential teenage angst

I’m pretty sure yesterday’s existential teenage angst is gone. I have nothing to fear from another reporter. Nothing. Nope, not me. I was press at one time. The interview went just fine. Of course, I was quoted out of context in El Paso, just this last January, but I can surmise that I must be existential teenage angst

it’s a quick shift

From Lawn Mower Racing back to reading charts — it’s a quick shift, but upon arriving home, the voice mail started to beep, and then there was nothing to do but strap on the headset and go to work. Monday is usually, at it’s finest, a busy day. The scopes go up on Sunday night, it’s a quick shift

Lawnmower racing

Lawnmower racing. Wow. Free BBQ for a special “King of the Hill” promotion. Then, along with huge slabs of seared animal parts (good brisket and pork ribs), free Cola and Lawn Mower Racing. The track was slick, but the early morning clouds burned off into a picture perfect day. There was one guy on a Lawnmower racing

Yesterday was a rather incredible day

Yesterday was a rather incredible day — breakfast at Maudie’s Too, then a stop by Asylum Bookstore long enough to peer through the poetry section (and classics, sometime they have most excellent deals on used classics), and I got torn when I had to make a decision, it was either Ezra Pound’s “Selected Cantos” or, Yesterday was a rather incredible day