scribblings from historic downtown McKinney, Texas: altered art, local color, flora, fauna, cemeteries, irrational commentary, improbable-and-unlikely diy home projects
It was hot last night and the long unremembered scent of mimosa assailed my nostrils, returning me to childhood, to a time when these pink bottle-brush blossoms carpeted the the neighborhoods of South Oak Cliff, to a time before cigarettes, alcohol, broken relationships, and all the other burdens of growing up had not yet spun […]
I almost didn’t go to work yesterday. The sun was shining, the temp was 65 degrees and I stopped at a traffic signal and saw the ghost of my youth pedaling furiously across the intersection. Of course we didn’t have helmets or knee pads or elbow pads in those days. We didn’t even have child-size […]
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