Long-time conspirator and former editor/webmaster around here, Bubba, he’s written a book. Actually, just co-authored the text, he has the share the byline with another person. A business book, no less. I doubt he’ll enjoy me referring to the text as Huba and Bubba.
Yes, and marketing just not really my forte, but I am looking forward to reading it. I was wandering around downtown – really, I had gone to the post office box to grab the weekend mail – and there was the book in its packaging. I knew from the label what was probably in it.
There were other goodies inthe mailbox, too. Couple of CD’s, burned just for me. That’s just awful sweet.
And some money, that’s always a treat.
But an idylic little stroll along the river’s edge was cut short by a phone appointment then an evening reading.
Sitting under the shade outside a coffee shop, an iced coffee drink in hand, pausing, pointing, and delineating aspects in a chart, it was all good.
I had to detour by the bank, to get home, and that side trip necessitated a stop at the South Congress Amy’s, which then meant I had to pass close to the Steamboat. There was a “closed” sign on the marquis.
That got me thinking, I was wondering, just exactly how many folks understand what it takes to run a club? Or any small business? Like a website? How much effort goes into the “behind the scenes” work to make it all seem so smooth and seamless?
I remembered what the guy at Amy’s did, too. There was short line, and when I stepped up, he asked me how I was doing. “I’ll just take a tiny Mexican Vanilla.”
“What did I ask you?”
“Oh, I’m doing fine. Better even. It’s great to be here!”
“Good. Now what did you want?”
How can you not love a place that’s in love with itself?
Only in Texas.
