One more time. ***** Why? Because--A friend, calling to confirm David and I would meet her and her husband the next day for the Edgar Allan Poe exhibit at the Harry Ransom Center, reported her house was being leveled for the second time in three years: "There are thirteen men under my house." I hooked … Continue reading The Maven
Or mice in the attic. Or the upstairs neighbor.
Some of us is. Some of us ain't.
I just packed the egg separator from Bob's Grocery in Fentress, Texas, ca. 1956. Why? Because it's from Bob's Grocery in Fentress, Texas, ca. 1956. Bob--really Rob Waller--was my father's first cousin. They grew up on neighboring farms on the Guadalupe County side of the San Marcos River. Nell, Rob's wife and partner in the … Continue reading The Great Throwing-Away: Bob’s Grocery
And then there's the correspondence. After fifteen years, the writer is still as cute as her letter. Can't throw this one away.
Tomorrow we end our relationship with Google Fiber. At the end of two years of excellent connectivity, I repost the verse I wrote to celebrate the beginning. With apologies to James Whitcomb Riley Little Google Fiber's come to our house today, To scramble through the attic and drag cables … Continue reading Little Google Fiber or, Quick! Get Up and Put Some Clothes On!
Three banks and their various functions: Little bank with plug—Checking Accounts Bigger bank with plug—Money Market Accounts Bank with no plug at all—Long-term investments