Things have been light here because I was working on this column for Fort Worth Weekly about censorship and hometown regression.
The idea of stomping on the terra is new for the old guard, and the kids who have started to climb the masts and run the boats have the look of new cops at a riot. They are hungry for violence and feel the rhythm of a yet-begun protracted battle thrumming in their veins.
I was in the middle of a serious WiiFit session when the door bell rang. I picked Molly the Corgi up because she is crazy and I walked over to the foyer. We don’t have windows or a peephole so I couldn’t see who it was before I opened the door.
Standing there was a man [...]
I didn’t have a camera on me so I can’t show it to you, but on the way home from watching fireworks, we took an unusual way home and saw something amazing. On the roof of a nice house with a Prevost bus parked outside, a giant peace symbol was drawn in white clinking lights. [...]
She asked me if I
drank scotch and sat behind a
big desk and wrote about politics and stuff