Bliss
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 … Continue reading
Tag Archives: Austin
A Very Good Day
Today was a good day. It’s 3 a.m. and I just put down the paint brush for the night. I spent the last four hours caulking and painting the new trim in my home, and painting three doors. I didn’t … Continue reading
And So Another Ends To Begin Again
I met this dude in 1996, the year I rolled into Austin. We worked together at Trudy’s. We also became best friends over a bottle of Jameson’s Irish Whiskey while discussing how we’d ended up in Austin. The short story: … Continue reading
Austin Tales: Where I Worked from 1996-1998
There’s simply too much to explain about this place. But nearly everything of interest that happened to me in Austin – and by that I mean nearly everything I will ever commit to the page in this forum – happened … Continue reading
Austin: Night of the Bat
I’m a creature of habit. I enjoy the places I enjoy and rarely spend time exploring new places. I’ve been like this since I can remember. I can’t conceive of a time that will change. Still, there are nights I … Continue reading
In Which My Running Hits a Wall
There is no place on the Earth where I am happier and healthier than Austin. This is not news. I’ve long enjoyed my life and times in this city. Leaving is the most painful thing I do. In some measure … Continue reading
Samsung Moment
So I won’t often post from my phone, but the point is I can. Sometimes that is good enough.
The Greatest Bakery in the World
Last year, John and Aimee took me to a little bakery in Prague where I scarfed down some of the best chocolate cake ever. When I travel, chocolate is what I’m most interested in finding. This is no different in … Continue reading
Two Doors Down, Cut Off From The World
I’m sitting in a coffee shop, Two Doors Down, in Corsicana. Shop doesn’t really do this justice. It’s a huge building that takes up nearly one-third of a block, with winding corridors and small nooks and crannies that seemingly go … Continue reading
Days and Nights in Corsicana
After several starts and stops, I finally made it to Corsicana, Texas, a little burg 45 miles north-east of Waco off Interstate 35. It’s a strange little burned out town, an industrialized version of Muncie at first blush. It’s a … Continue reading
