No. 162 - A Laundromat in Austin
920 Words. 4 Minute Read.
Think about it—when was the last time you folded your unmentionables in the company of strangers? It’s probably been a while—if ever. Don’t get me wrong, I’m all for the convenience of doing these things in the privacy of your home, but there’s something humane about being part of a community, if only for an hour.
Guest Writer: John T. O'Neal
This is a third in a series of guest writers at The Bohemian Capitalist.
John T. O'Neal is a writer from Griffin, GA.
No. 161 - A Drifter in the Republic: Honky-Tonk Nights and the Last Days of Old Austin
963 Words. 4 Minute Read.
I got home last night at two in the morning. I was out with a true Texan and a German couple at the Broken Spoke—a honky-tonk in Austin where the country music is real. None of that post-’90s Nashville crap that passes for country on the radio.
No. 160 - The Life of a (Reformed) Wild Peach Orchard Boar
937 Words. 4 Minute Read.
There isn’t a six-pack in the fridge or a bottle of Dickel in the freezer. I’m doing my best. I’m no saint, but I ain’t the son of a gun I used to be.
No. 159 - How Long Would It Take to Read the Western Canon?
689 Words. 3 Minute Read.
I managed to get through my teen years without reading The Great Gatsby. Shocker—I know. Every red-blooded American is expected to have read this classic somewhere between Catcher in the Rye and To Kill a Mockingbird, but, alas, I never took part in this literary rite of passage.