1. Adreon Henry, smiling like a wily motherfucker with a sweet and nasty secret, hands me a blisterpak that contains a small cassette player. The player’s a device of heavy transparent plastic, some off-brand Walkman from the days before everyone had the world’s media on tap in their nearest pocket.
There’s a small rack of music CDs sitting behind my computer screen at home: A useless format, now, those compact discs, as that new Macintosh doesn’t have a port for discs and I have no peripherals set up for the things.
War – what is it good for? Absolutely nothing, a certain song would lead one to believe. And yet, oh my stars and garters, there certainly seems to be an inexhaustible amount of the stuff around all the time, doesn’t there?
Give your ears a break and your body a much-needed bath by dropping by nearby Barton Springs Pool, which is fed by underground springs. A recent grounds-improvement project added an ADA walkway and more bike racks, making our town treasure even more accessible to the masses. So, jump in. At a chill 70 degrees, the water's always fine.
Yeah, to hell with beating around the bush of values, trying to flush out some speckled grouse of lesser meaning – let’s go right for The Big One in this installment of our weekly question-and-answer series.