Somewhere Near Waco, Allegedly
The final Heat Dome Diaries can't end until the cold front shows up, so I put a lawn chair at the north end of my street, faced Waco, and waited like a man expecting a contractor.
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The final Heat Dome Diaries can't end until the cold front shows up, so I put a lawn chair at the north end of my street, faced Waco, and waited like a man expecting a contractor.
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I built a price index for frozen syrup, from a 75-cent church-lot snow cone to a shaved-ice tasting menu with a five-dollar reservation hold. The brain freeze is the only component that hasn't been repriced.
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Austin hit 107 today, so I wrote a letter to the electric bill that won't arrive for weeks. It covers the compressor, the grid, the rate tiers, and the one thing I'd like in return.
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I left town for a week somewhere with actual weather, came home to a lawn that crunches like a chip bag, and caught Friday's sub-100 high like it was the first norther of fall.
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A new summer series from inside the oven: a hallway thermostat under blue painter's tape, an electric bill read standing up, and a neighbor's St. Augustine entering hospice. Runs until the first real cold front.
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