So weird
It’s not even 11 AM yet. I’ve been up, walked up to the radio station, talked for two hours, one song came on, and I started to dance to it [in the studio>, I looked, and suddenly everyone cleared out. Guess I can’t dance. I’m not offended in the least; it’s just my heritage. Ran into a Virgo in the parking lot, ate at Las Manitas, and I’m done for the day. And it’s not even noon.
Slipping into the twilight zone
“Help I’m steppin’ into the twilight zone/The place is a madhouse/Feels like being cloned/My beacon’s been moved/Under moon and star/Where am I to go/Now that I’ve gone too far” [Twilight Zone by Golden Earring>
Late at night, a few nights ago, I was searching the airwaves for the station I’m supposed to be on, and the “oldies” sidetracked me. That one song came on – it fit perfectly as I was looking for Texas ghost stories, preferably local ones. I didn’t find much that was news to me. Yes, I feel like I’m stepping into a twilight zone.
We clocked 7.1 miles on the trail Wednesday noon. Ate, along the way, at Hut’s Hamburgers [motto: “Thank God for Hut’s”>. Stopped off at the “new” [remodeled> Ruta Maya. Was duly impressed. Got a good cigar pointer from the guy in the humidor there.
Stopped off, along the way, somehow, at an art gallery – the place that fronts onto the spot where the Cedar [something> pub used to be. Directions don’t get much more obscure than that, but for a few minutes, we were whisked away by local art, we wandered in the “showroom” – converted warehouse – looking at some pretty amazing stuff. [And I didn’t write down the URL and now I can’t find its location on the web, bummer, might’ve been a cool link.>
Radio station, ghost stories? Slipping into a twilight zone.
