Christmas 1995, I left Cincinnati and set about my adventure into the real world. I had $2,000, no job, and no place to live. That seemed about right.
I was down to my last $5 when I got two jobs on the same day: barback at Planet Austin on 6th Street and waiter at Trudy’s North Star.
Planet Austin is no more (although I still keep up with friends from there), but Trudy’s remains.
Sixteen years later, a small group of folks who worked there gathered in South Austin. We’ve stayed friends throughout the years, a fact I’m grateful for every day. Our little band of pranksters has grown throughout the years. The numbers are too large to worry about.
For me, though, when I think of Austin, I think of this:
