On The Road Again

Like life and all good things in it, our time in Austin has been too short and went too fast. Tomorrow morning we once again mount our trusty tuned-up Truckers and ride determinedly Eastward. The next leg of our journey begins, and only time (which slows to a numbing grass-grow pace the moment our butts hit our saddles) will tell what adventures await. Of course we'll do our best to capture each one through language and lens for you, our devoted readers. For now, I leave you with a short poem about my old friend (and college roommate) Tim. Happy belated birthday, ol' buddy, and forgive me for not writing this "thank-you" a few days ago, but every second with my Nicolina is precious, and I couldn't spare even a moment. I'm sure you understand.

A Timerick for Lim:
There once was a fellow named Tim,
Who never did go to the gym,
He ate like a pig,
But never got big,
In fact, he remained rather slim.

He liked this place called "The Corral,"
And we went every week without fail,
The burgers and fries
Were the typical size,
But the chicken wings came by the pail!

And Timmy, he'd eat two or three,
Which was 'bout one or two more than me,
But when we were through,
He still weighed One Five Two,
And I still weighed Two Thirty-Three.

See, Tim was a good-looking guy,
A twinkle he had in his eye,
He dressed rather well,
And he had a nice smell
Cuz his armpits were usually dry.

And Oh! Did the lasses love Tim,
From Lauren to Jackie to Kim,
Had he wanted to try,
He need merely say 'hi,'
And they'd cater to his every whim.

But Tim was a rare bird, it's true,
Both good-looking and trustworthy, too,
Any girl he took out,
Would be home without doubt
Twenty minutes before her curfew.

And guys liked him almost as well,
Even when you first met you could tell,
That Tim was a friend
Who'd be there to the end,
And a rare pal like that is just swell.

And though we dint always agree,
The truth is that Timmy and me,
Were once pretty close,
And still are I s'pose,
In that cool way old pals can be.

When I next see my roomie from past,
It will be as though no time has passed,
We'll catch up over beer,
And we'll laugh til we tear,
Thinking back on a time that dint last.

And such is what I can recall,
When I look back and think of it all, We had good times and rough,
(Being roommates is tough,
Especially with dorm rooms so small!)
And though we don't often talk or hang out, I'm just glad I still know him at all.

Gnight from Austin

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