san antonians on parade

I've found that my observations of San Antonio aren't that unique. In the grand encyclopedia of it all, I'd be lucky to write something unique about East Ashby Avenue without treading on a Trinity professor's tome regarding half way houses and the socio-economic implications of gentroficative relocation. This house is over a hundred years old, so the foundation was more than likely always askew, and some San Antonio College literature minor probably at some point was driven to write corollaries between subfloor stray cats and beating tell tale hearts.

I continue because the ice cream man is still spreading the good word of Tim Duncan over the wandering riffs of The Entertainer. Everyone needs a muse. Mine just happens to be selling Frito pies out of the back of his blue painted short bus to ex-cons across the street.