I knew there was going to be a shift in the temperature, but even my Austin self wasn’t quite prepared for the desert winter which blew in last night. On the way back from the show and dinner, the wind was kicking up a mighty storm. This morning was cold and gray. About the first time Grace saw me this morning, I was showered, dressed, and walking across her hardwood floor. “I like the sound of boots in my house,” she observed. We quickly packed up and headed over to Julie’s for some amazing breakfast. “Jules” has a new place, a house with the most amazing view, it’s like sitting in the middle of the desert east of town, but the morning overcast hindered the view. That girl can cook, though, and the breakfast tacos promised to stick with us the rest of the day.
Good thing we had Julie’s fine cooking, too, because it was well after closing time by the time we got packed up and loaded out of the fair. Outside, in El Paso, it looked like most of New Mexico was in the air as a great dust storm roared in the from the north. “Great, and I’m flying out this stuff tomorrow,” I said. “You’ll be fine,” Julie replied, then she blew me kiss over the dinner table, “besides, Kramer, only the good die young.”
