Mine? Good, good thanks. It started after work on Friday with a reunion and a margarita. Later, I exchanged some emails with a Robert Earl Keen fan who needed some company, and who referred to me as a Good Egg. As far as name-calling faves go, next to Doll, it doesn't get better. Cheyenne and I played in the pool Saturday morning, Texas Tech won the game Saturday afternoon, and the Texans won their game Sunday. The weekend closed last night at a rally for peace with a thousand candles around the reflecting pool outside City Hall, in honor of Mahatma Ghandi. At the water's edge, between my niece and me stood a little girl who had pushed her way between us the way that only children can get away with. She wore a bright green Sari and equally bright green Crocs with the letter J in one of the holes. She was dark-eyed and eager, happy to be holding her own candle and wiggling with the thrill at seeing the many candles burning across the pond. A breeze kicked up and she cupped her fingers around the flickering flame, and excitedly said, "Oooh, oooh, don't let our fires blow out."
In so many ways, her words captured it all.
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You had to mention the A&M game, didn't you!
from the mouth of babes...
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