The sun was radioactively orange, emerging from the silhouettes of old factories whose destiny within the decade will be live-work lofts. The color felt unreal, only elsewhere available in the artifice of nail… Continue reading
My friends are amazing. They’ve emailed me out of the blue many times in the last month and a half to say, “Hey, I’m gonna be out of town for X number of… Continue reading
Last October, I decided to take a Farm to Fork tour on a whim. The “whim” part of travel is relatively common for me, but I’m also one who likes to have everything… Continue reading
I stopped to take a picture of Tweed Restaurant to send to my good friend, nicknamed Agent Tweed for reasons I won’t go into here (suffice it to say someone else was named… Continue reading
It was spring, which in Texas means at least 90 degrees Fahrenheit, and I was on my way from San Marcos to Houston, driving a gas-guzzling Jeep and talking on my cell phone. … Continue reading
Traveling for work usually ends in aches, pains, and a mildly sleepless night, thanks to strange surroundings, cable television, or the air conditioner, which clicks on and off incessantly in order to keep… Continue reading
At Tantra Coffeehouse in San Marcos, a boy in a fedora served me yerba mate in my own cup. For five minutes, I felt at home. Which is a lot, in Texas.
