True story

That red dress story came up again. True story. And I got told I was “groovy. Deal with it.” Cool, I guess. Anyway, yesterday at noon, I agreed to be an escort for that Pisces — to some special luncheon event. “South Austin Culture Club.” But the initials are SOCC. Don’t ask [I never did get a straight story about that.] There were a couple of politicians, a cop [the local district commander or something], and lots of the heads of the neighborhood groups. Sort of a bizarre amalgam of local culture. Movers and shakers in casual attire. Two judges. The thing I noticed, every time the next mayor of Austin got up to speak, my eyes would glaze over. She had a way of talking without saying anything of substance. She’ll go far, I guess. The coolest speaker was that cop, “I’m not running for office, and I’m not a good speaker.” He had a pointed and poignant little comment about where he currently lives (north Austin) and how it’s not a neighborhood, but a bunch of self-sufficient houses where people live, “Neighborhoods, people know each other, they look out for each other.” And of course, his closing remark was also timely, “Thank you for not asking me about Jenna Bush.”