you look like Michael Bolton

I knew I forgot something. Happens every time. I didn’t remember a belt. But then, I figure that I haven’t had on long pants or shoes since May 1 or 2, so I’m doing okay, considering that I’m all dressed up. And of course, I brought my Austin clothing, and — as can be expected — I didn’t quite pack enough “Dallas” attire. It’s also gratifying to hear from regular readers of the column, folks stopping by to meet me for the first time, or, even a few of the usual, “I saw you about four years ago….” Sure, it’s been a long time since I was in this neck of the woods for nothing but work. For dinner, by the end of the day, Macaroni Grill was the best we could manage, and my Gemini dinner companion had the best idea, get about four plates of food, and settle in while swapping taste sensations. The poor Cancer waiter wasn’t sure of what to make of us, “Uh, one of the girls thinks you look like Michael Bolton with your hair….”