Tag Archive | Texas

Names They Have Called Me

“What?” As a child, this was the most common response to telling someone my name. What was dispensed in a neutral tone for the first name. The second name most often skipped the what altogether for hard confusion, or laughter. Getting older and going to school, the relationship changed. Older people’s doting and affected surprise […]

Country Store, Pass By

Renton Western Wear has closed. I lived in Renton, the next city down from Seattle, from 2004 to 2010. It’s greatest claim to fame is the Boeing 737 plant at the north end of town, the place where every 737 has come from. Established from farms as a pleasant hamlet of little wood homes, Renton […]

First Kitten Spring

Roger is my kitten. The Tuesday before Thanksgiving 2012 I walked with my parents in the empty lot behind their house, reviewing the disarray of sun-baked brush piles, firewood, and discarded fenceposts. Weeds rustle and a shape moves, the underbrush colors fooling the eye. Out in the stony open, the shape becomes a little form […]

Texasland, Not Done

I spent ten days in Texas. I had spent almost all the days from summer 1978 to autumn 1994 there. Many were much, much hotter. Here is a list of places I did not go and things I did not do: My middle school, the great black mass of dark rectangles combined together in one […]

New Signs

Signs are new here. Back from Thanksgiving with my parents in Texas, the ten intervening days have brought small but worthy changes. To my¬†eternal¬†childlike delight, the neighbor boys have gone overboard with Christmas decorations, and work on the closed Airport Way bridge proceeds toward opening this month. But I saw the signs on Friday, with […]

Friday Walk Home

Friday was a summer-bright day, though even the brightness was a shadow: the sun is too low to have summer’s flattening weight. The density is off, but the brilliance greater. Maybe air is thinner in winter, or people are insulated from it cocooned in their layers. I got all the light I could. Alki has […]

First Heat 2

Gas heat, hydronic heat, oil, radiators: all work, but none are romantic. No, not even radiators, with their banging and damp rust smell and burns. For true postwar Seventies wintertime nostalgia, you need electric resistance heat. 1978 was not a rapid winter, or at least the new Texas I was learning didn’t have an autumn […]