Across the alley from the Alamo

I was ruminating on the return trip from Magnolia, one more time… about a year ago, I was doing exactly the same thing, walking in the same neighborhood, probably on the same street, heading up to Magnolia for a reading, and it’s all the same. A Thursday afternoon in late May. Some things haven’t changed that much. Give it a year, and I’m still in the same place. The neighborhoods are alive with green stuff growing everywhere, a dense and lush tropical growth. Bugs are skittering around, and there seem to be a lot of lazy cats, napping on doorsteps. There’s something infectious about this, it’s both lazy and invigorating at the same time. Then the cell phone chirps. And the Mexican Fog isn’t here this year. My lungs are glad about that. Musical notation for the day: “Across the alley from the Alamo….” (Joe Green)