Thursday, February 25, 2010
There are at least a half dozen things I notice during my walk to work...almost without fail. Some more trivial than others. This first walking-to-work landmark fits comfortably in the trivial category (unless you're a Texan). One of the first things I look for each morning is a Texas flag. It's just around the corner, in a neighbor's front window (see pic). It's something I'd probably never notice at 20-30 miles per hour. Walking's perfect, though, for noticing things.
I tend to notice Texas paraphernalia, because it's so rare here. Texas will forever be my birth state, though. It's also where my family lived for 8 years prior to our Tennessee relocation. Surprisingly, not one, but two of our closest neighbors are Texans through and through. We may've accidently formed a commune. I admire folks around here who can fly the Texas flag, even a tiny one like my neighbor's. It only took me a few days of living in Tennessee to realize that the only color of orange appreciated around here is neon, not burnt.
BTW, it was roughly 17 degrees when I left the house--so, yes, I wore my stocking cap. Someone actually asked me yesterday why I didn't wear one on cold mornings. Only Julie knows the real reason, and she'll never tell.
P.S. I picked up an utterly smashed beer can (Natural Light) this morning in front of Hall Roland. Sometime I'll explain why I bothered.