Round Rock Donuts

Standing in line at the Starbucks, past the security check, I watched, bemused, as a guy took a picture of the mugs. Variously, they read, Texas and San Antonio.

“Where ya’ll from,” I asked.

“New York,” he said, hint of that typical accent.

I smiled, and he asked where I was from.

“Here.”

There was more, but I left it off. The mugs, I’ve imaged them before, more as a passing curiosity rather some statement about politics and policies. Locations, that was it. Local.

Round Rock Donuts

Back in the day, get to the Austin airport early enough, and there were free Round Rock Donuts. Bad coffee, legendary donuts.

That was then. This is now.

Different town, different airport. No Round Rock Donuts, anymore.