Or just roadside food. At home. In Austin. On a hot afternoon in June.
Still in a little bit of a daze, and for some reason, maybe hauling a shoulder bag around, I’ve got a slightly sore back. Not too sore to avoid fishing, of course.
I ambled downtown to fetch a few items out of the mailbox, avail myself of some coffeine so I’d still be awake for an afternoon reading, and then, passing the hot dog vendor at 6th & Congress, I had a hot dog. Just onions and cheap yellow mustard.
Fresh bun, “all – beef” dog, $2. Seemed like a deal. Perfect.
Then, passing a favored convenience store, I had a big styrofoam cup filled with brown, fizzy water. For some reason, the Diet Dr. Pepper tastes better when it comes from that one fountain. Don’t know why. Probably have the syrup setting wrong. Who cares? It’s good.
One other image, from the trail, there was a guy, not far from auditorium shores, floating in a tube, beer in one hand, fishing pole in the other, and that guy? He was wearing black felt (cowboy hat), blue jeans, work boots, wife-beater. Made me think about this one:
(Life imitates art?)
