Home Street

Parked on 22nd and Pearl - west of UT. Wandered around. A guy jingled a change jar, then laughed, "Aww bruh, you're one of us." Was it my straw hat? That makes two days in a row where I've been called "brother". I like it. Ended up going north through Hemphill Park. To the sound of a dog fetching a ball, about fell asleep under a tree. From there, at 37th and Home Street, stumbled on an art school: Austin Visual Arts Association. Spent the day drawing on a bench at the entrance to the old building. Talked to an artist, who was wearing a shirt with Picasso's Guernica. He said the school was the oldest art school in Austin. He asked me if I was serious. I don't know if I convinced him if I was or not. He seemed sceptical, said something about running away. The art school is next to Austin Groups for the Elderly. 37th is obviously close to 38 1/2, where the medical center is. It's walking distance to UT, Central Market, The Heart Hospital etc. Found a house for sale a stones-throw from the art school.

Came back to Houston. I-10 was blocked off. Had to divert onto highway 6. Hit 59. Missed the Beltway. Went to 610. Down to 45. Heard the D.J. say there was a show. He said, "You know where it's at. Right behind the I-Hop." About that time, I looked up and saw a billboard of Joel Osteen with the smile and the tooth going 'ding'. If that guy quits selling Jesus, maybe he can sell orthodontics.

I hollered, "That's directions in Houston. Behind the I-Hop!", and I gave Joel Osteen a signal.

BUT... things quieted off I-45. Got darker. When I pulled into Redbud, it all seemed to fade. I-45 and home street.