lone stars everywhere
the corbel on the bridge pilings festooned with cement stars, one per post embossed over a circle. Texas. A roadside church like the Alamo, paint peeling off houses and pickups. From the air Austin looked flat as a bad lay, but on the ground there were some dips and hillocks but nothing like the summits that makes San Francisco.
I’m in the passenger seat of a red subaru wagon, highway ten unrolling out in front of me and Vince, a total Internet stranger who’s driving to New Orleans for Halloween.
Mrs. Bairds was bought by Grupo Bimbo.
Comment by Randy Ayn — October 30, 2008 @ 4:23 pm
Bimbo bread last forever, i really mean forever. On a boat you can’t beat that. Good white bread.
Comment by al — November 1, 2008 @ 2:56 pm
i guess you aren’t eating bread, but an oven baked paste of preservatives…
Comment by Rolston — November 3, 2008 @ 8:31 am