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  • (Not) Getting a Cab in Austin: Part 3

    So when we left off, I’d just spoken with the owner of Yellow Cab Austin, and given him the sensible advice to not make promises he couldn’t keep. That night I had the opportunity, once again, to call upon Yellow Cab for transport – my flight back to Boston was at 9:40 the following morning. And…

  • (Not) Getting a Cab in Austin: Part 2

    7am was foggy in Austin. I noticed when I poked my head out the door to look for the cab that, of course, wasn’t there. I waited the requisite 20 minutes and then put in my phone call. “We’re very busy,” said the dispatcher. “And we don’t guarantee our arrival time.” “That’s bullshit,” I replied.…

  • Sometimes I’m wrong.

    Just got back from Arizona and man, if I hear one more person talk about the dry heat I think I’ll have to chew off my fingers. While I was there, temps hit 113. Wind that could roast a flank steak. Sidewalks that could fry bacon. Even at night, you could practically draw a warm…

  • My big mouth finally gets me somewhere.

    Date: July 4, 2010 Time: 5am Place: Logan International Airport, Terminal C I’m standing in the bag drop line, ostensibly, having checked in online, to do nothing more than drop my bag. There’s a family in front of me and another family at the ticketing counter. It’s really taking awhile, for just dropping off bags.…

  • “Noxious” is the word I was looking for.

    B! loves Mai Tais. Like, Loooves mai tais. Like, he’s had mai tais in at least seven states, he goes hunting for them. I don’t particularly care for mai tais – I’m really not a rum girl, except for the occasional mojito – but, things being as they are, I often drink mai tais when…

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