(Feast Day of St. Richard of Chichester, Patron Saint of coachmen)
I wonder if airports are the bus stations for the next 100 years? I wish I could find the reference, but I seem to recall that the family name Lucchese — besides being Texas boot makers of note — was also the name of an organized business unit in the northeast someplace. Organized family business unit. I shopped at the Lucchese Factory Outlet store Monday morning — didn’t buy a thing, but the selection of boots was mighty inviting. I just dropped off one pair of boots for their third or fourth set of soles.
I was reading an old New Yorker magazine while waiting on my flight, and there was an article about how Americans don’t like to eat shrimp with the heads still on — just an American thing — not common elsewhere in the world. But, as a thought, the best part of a crawfish is the head, “Bite the tail, suck the head.” Forti’s Mexican Elder, a place I’ve been eating at in El Paso for the last half dozen years or more, just got a nice mention in the latest Texas Monthly.
Red Heads: no two are alike, and they are all the same [one of the El Paso readers is a red headed Cap, a red headed Cap picked me up at the airport, and another red headed Cap sent this in:
>As my “big gun” astrologer, you’re going
>to have to keep my panties under your hat from now on.
The Red Head at the airport in Austin — I offered to buy her dinner. Nothing is more redneck for that redhead than dinner, dessert, and a little shopping, all at Austin’s airport. “You sure know how to treat a lady, Kramer.” Salt Lick Barbecue, Amy’s Ice Cream, a travel section in the bookstore? Sure.
