Astros fans, I feel your grief, your heartache, your shock. I’ve listened to the countless sports radio “ifs” and “should haves” from armchair quarterbacks trying to make sense of the gut-twisting World Series Game 7 loss. There just has to be some explanation, someone…
AN ORANGE CONE WITH TWO SCOOPS OF PROGRESS, PLEASE
It was late summer of 1967 when my twenty-year-old parents and five-month-old brother moved from Satellite Beach, Florida to Houston, Texas. Almost out of the Florida panhandle, they stopped to fill up their red ‘65 Chevy Impala. “Where you all headed?” the station attendant…
I Love This Game
I Love This Game “Lakers lost! This SUCKS!!!!!!” -diary entry, June 12, 1984 I was thirteen years old. My handwriting in red marker matched my anger about the NBA Finals Game 7 between the Los Angeles Lakers and the Boston Celtics. My first record…
Dance Salad Festival 2018
Dance Salad Festival Hobby Center for the Performing Arts, Zilkha Hall March 29-31, 2018 It’s at least an eight-course, three-hour long meal, three days in a row. It’s the satiating Salad served up right before Easter Sunday dinner. It’s Dance Salad Festival. And it’s…
IT’S NOT ME, IT’S YOU–Amazon HQ2 and Houston
I imagine it was late one evening last October when Jeff Bezos in comfy pajamas, whisky in hand, stood at his kitchen island. Just one more quick look. He opened his laptop, logged into aHarmony, eager to see any new emails. Hm, Houston. He…
WAYFINDING
The rabbit-hole went straight on like a tunnel for some way, and then dipped suddenly down, so suddenly that Alice had not a moment to think about stopping herself before she found herself falling down a very deep well. It was a rare frigid…
