I Miss Texas

Today, I paid $40 so a very pretty young lady who smelled very nice could cut my hair. I miss Saul who charged $8 and had great stories about the "good old days."

There is no one to hang out with here in the burbs of Phoenix. At ASU I have too many colleagues who live all over the valley. With traffic, it would be like trying to have a faculty lunch with folks driving in from Lubbock, San Angelo, and Abilene to one central location.

Ugh. Sure I have access to a great used bookstore, a locally owned record store, and all kinds of food. But I cannot find half way decent menudo.

It takes too much time and effort to hang out with friends. For the good old days on Monclair.