Monthly Archives: July 2013
mo: Do you think anyone else has their morning coffee with a Rachadillo? me: Likely no.
“Habla español?” I’ve just made eye contact with a woman wandering downtown as I cross the street going to work. They’re sad eyes. She’s what I would have considered old before I got old myself. Maybe a little lost or … Continue reading
Here we go again Another round of blues Several miles ago I set down my angel shoes — the prophet shawn colvin Wading in the Colorado River on a 100-degree day. Lounging in the shade with that vibe of a … Continue reading
Formula for a short run at the track: Me, two pit bulls, a Rottweiller and a shady-looking guy who tells me, “Don’t worry. They won’t bite.”
Longtime readers will recall the Great Fast Guy Mystery. Our bartender is a really fast runner. A guy in our neighborhood also is a really fast runner. They’re both tall and thin with a blonde ponytail. They look exactly alike. … Continue reading
I’m standing at the bar. It’s a crowded Friday night so I’m wedged between a cowboy and a 30-something woman as I give the bartender my come-hither look. We hang around here enough that the bartenders know us as much … Continue reading
Detour through the lake.