On the Southside (which means nothing to you or me, but cracks them up)

Sunny day, open windows, furry brown companion, long drive on wide open Texas roads, my niece, the park, the lake, dinner with some faces familiar and some new. Laughter always warms the same.

All of it good stuff. Really good stuff.





On my pillow at the hotel, a folded card. I open it to read these words: In the world there are only two tragedies. One is not getting what one wants, and the other is getting it." That, from Oscar Wilde.