No. 130 - Mornings in Texas with the Dead
585 Words. 2 Minute Read.
My mornings in Texas start with a cup of coffee on Lake Austin. I sit at a park table with my copy of Caro’s The Path to Power, watching steam escape from my cup. When a gust of wind hits, which is often, the foliage on massive oaks rattles like maracas, covering the pages of my paperback with crispy leaves.
No. 129 - When Frank Lloyd Wright Designs Your Life
489 Words. 2 Minute Read.
My architect was more Frank Lloyd Wright: indifferent to authority, a malcontent with a high IQ, a nonconformist in a cape.
No. 128 - Writing My First Play
624 Words. 2 Minute Read.
I wrote a play today. Actually, I finished writing a play today. I started it four days ago while waiting for a flight at the Atlanta airport.
No. 127 - Whataburger for Breakfast
663 Words. 3 Minute Read.
I figure I owe myself a treat when a plane is four hours late, which means it’s perfectly acceptable to have a Dr Pepper and a cheeseburger for breakfast and feel no regret whatsoever.
No. 126 - Lost Boots
416 Words. 2 Minute Read.
I’m headed to Texas tomorrow—Austin, to be exact—and I can’t find my cowboy boots. They’re nothing special. I bought ’em in Louisiana in ’04… I think in Shreveport. I also bought a can of Copenhagen that day. But they’re lost in the garage now.