Month: June 2016
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payback
I’m still trying to make sense of the last three days. Houston is Houston, a bustling sauna of energy and indolence, culture and blankness, dear friends and never-to-be friends. I made sure that I got enough rest and didn’t drink any alcohol. Still, by Sunday afternoon, I was exhausted. It was interesting to see the reactions…
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circles
This weekend is my fortieth high school reunion. I am going. There is something about Texas that keeps me coming back, but I’m not a Texan. I’m what I like to call an ‘accidental Texan’. My parents aren’t Texans, they are from Kansas, dropped into Texas because my dad was a geologist. I was born…