No Quiet Streets Under Our Feets

It’s kind of quiet now, but all around town earlier today, and for the rest of this weekend, there’s a low, healthy, beautiful rumble that penetrates the air, the walls, the windows, and the ground beneath our feet. The [Republic of Texas Bike Rally] has come to town. And oh. My. God. Imagine this, if …

Deh goes da neighbahoo’

The greatest things about having immigrant hispanic neighbors: Never having the same parking space twice Never a quiet moment (except on nights before the workday) The occasional birthday party underneath my window, complete with piñatas (even more entertaining if only just to see if the kids will accidentally whack each other in the head or …

Ugh

Sitting at home at midnight on a Friday night because of a stomach that doesn’t know if it’s sick, nauseous, or plain ol’ upset really, really sucks. I should be out there somewhere, not sitting at my desk at home. I was doing great all day, and then when I went out to dinner after …