Author Archives: juanzqui7

April 28, 2012 | Crystal City, TX When something is too good to be true, the observation is, Parece la mera verdad: it seems like the real truth. You use that phrase on late-spring mornings such as this, when you … Continue reading →

April 27, 2012 After four days of wandering and roaming and visiting, I am in Crystal City, my hometown, in deep South Texas. I am sitting on a bench on my sister’s front porch, enjoying the cool southeasterly winds. They … Continue reading →

At the Houston Museum of Fine Arts cafe patio earlier today, a woman ate her salad while reading and sending email on her iPhone. I don’t think she stopped to look at the salad a single time. If she enjoyed … Continue reading →

Driving through Lake Charles, I managed to squeeze by Obama bumper-stickered car right in front of a humongous SUV with a “Don’t blame me, I voted Republican” bumper sticker right before the traffic came to a virtual standstill. We proceeded … Continue reading →

April 22, 2012 Birmingham, Alabama I was called “honey” twice, once in Tennessee and once in Alabama. In Tennessee, it was a cashier at a Mobil gas station, who said, “Thank you, honey” when I paid her for a bag … Continue reading →

[Note: I took a short FB post from a few days ago and came up with this.]  HIS FEET HEAVY, his back aching and his head groggy from yet another night of not-enough sleep, the man stepped onto the stoop … Continue reading →

Wednesday, July 6, 2011 FIFTY-FOUR RANDOM thoughts on the eve of my entering old geezerhood: As a kid, I would read western comics and invariably I  came across the term, “old timer.” I read it as “old timmer.” I never … Continue reading →

Monday, July 5, 2011 THE DAY IS over and I think I can safely say that I’ve made it. I’m back on track. I had my usual breakfast (Trader Joe’s version of Cheerios, berries and milk, and toast and peach … Continue reading →

Monday, July 4, 2011 BLESS ME, FATHER, for I have sinned. Gosh, I wonder how many times I uttered those words in a dark confessional. Every Saturday for several years, then every other Saturday. Then once a month. Then every … Continue reading →