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.
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.
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.
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.
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.