DIAMOND/DOG DAYS OF SUMMER
There wasn't much honky tonkin' to speak of this summer. I split my time between the cruel mesquite barbed beauty of the hill country and the old fashioned splendor of Waco's Austin Avenue. Despite the fact that it is high time I made a move over land, I am going to miss this place terribly.
Central Texas rests on strange ley lines which are ancient pathways that absorb oppressive solar rays and charge the dreams of sleeping Texans.
I probably won't forget reading, writing, listening to music and feeling the rays beaming into the large windows of The 2000 Austin Ave. Apartment.
