I’m back home after spending a few days in the Texas Hill Country, north and west of Austin. I gave the city a wide berth, staying in my usual tiny cabin tucked behind a cedar break down a dead-end road. The monster that is metropolitan Austin is churning up the countryside in every direction, but they haven’t made it to my hideaway just yet. I was doing some quirky history things out in the boondocks, which I may write about later. The highlight of my trip, however, were the dinners on three successive nights: the first with a college friend I have not seen in about 35 years, the second with a somewhat newer friend, and the last with a third cousin with whom I am close.
I have become my uncle
I have become my uncle
I have become my uncle
I’m back home after spending a few days in the Texas Hill Country, north and west of Austin. I gave the city a wide berth, staying in my usual tiny cabin tucked behind a cedar break down a dead-end road. The monster that is metropolitan Austin is churning up the countryside in every direction, but they haven’t made it to my hideaway just yet. I was doing some quirky history things out in the boondocks, which I may write about later. The highlight of my trip, however, were the dinners on three successive nights: the first with a college friend I have not seen in about 35 years, the second with a somewhat newer friend, and the last with a third cousin with whom I am close.