Coffee & Magnolia


There’s not actually a sign that says, “Load In” at the Omni, but there should be, as we get ready to host the “conference.”

Fredlet called from the road, and she wanted to meet at Magnolia for some food. I believe her standard fare is a Shiner Bock & Carrot Cake.

I suggested, since I was at the gathering for other journal writers at Little City, she meet us there. It was the grand homecoming for Mr. & Mrs. Fredlet, and in the dark, I was out on the street, gesturing towards a rare parking spot, right in front of Little City, smack dab in the middle of downtown The things I do for friends. You know, the royal Leo treatment.

Fredlet met Blue Valentine, they bonded, doing that girl thang, and here’s the shot from Mag.

I took a bazillion pictures, none of which turned out, or only those two. But it was a late night, and I’ve got get some sleep before I’m pressed into service in the morning….

Freaky Friday Five
Totally unrelated mess – and for the record, I still live like a monk.

1. Footnote for yesterday’s Latin Rosary link.

2. Computer problems?

3. That sweet Pisces asked me to get a list of everyone who was at the bag stuffing. I cheated, or so I thought, and just took pictures. But for the sake anonymity, a couple of the snapshots had to be immediately tossed, under pain of death – or worse suffering – at the hands of another Pisces.

That list? I didn’t get names, but I did get important information, like, Sagittarius, Sagittarius, Sagittarius (me), Virgo, Taurus. Then Capricorn, and Scorpio, and Pisces again, and Libra. And Cancer. Aries. Who could forget the wonderful Aries guy? He actually worked. I’ll admit, I didn’t.

4. “I’ve got mortgages on homes, I’ve got stiffness in my bones…” (Via Kevin Fowler’s cover of Fat Bottomed Girls)

Yeah, buddy.

Damn, forgot “Freebird.” Or, more correctly, >”FREEBIRD!

What compilation would be complete without that anthem?

5. Excellent Wal-Mart article. Which just points out a problem I’d mentioned earlier, the way the “made in America” emphasis is waning. Which, besides some low prices, was one of the reasons I started shopping there.

About the author: Born and raised in a small town in East Texas, Kramer Wetzel spent years honing his craft in a trailer park in South Austin. He hates writing about himself in third person. More at KramerWetzel.com.

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