middle school teacher’s convention

There are several scary things which have occurred over the last couple of days. One, see, there was a “Texas State” middle school teacher’s convention in town, and the elevator opened, and I was face to face with a crowd of school teachers. Made me feel like I was about three feet tall. I made a snickering comment about this, and one of the teachers fixed a look at me, “Oh yes, I remember you. Don’t think we forget.” Place to eat breakfast, and I suppose I’ve mentioned this before, but there’s a little joint called “U & I Restaurant.” Another local kind of place. I also got a breakfast for under five bucks. This is the sort of place I like, the kind of ambiance that sets the correct mood for this town. On the the one side, there are graceful mansions sitting on the edge of the bay, the giant breakers crashing into them, and then, across the street, the little things that make a town a town. After working hard all day, we staggered down the street to Water Street Oyster Bar, and halfway through the meal, an ex looks at me, and slurs, “Why do you always look better with alcohol?”