The kings of summer
Your time here in San Antonio’s summer insectary will be spent in close proximity to every Roger Corman B-horror bug imaginable. You’ll see neurotic and resilient ants; scorpions, if you’re in one of the northern land-gobbling developments upturning new angry earth and poison stingers; and, as Matthew 26:11 said, omnipresent mosquitos that we will have…
Summer’s in the bag
Sad to say, but there’s not much room for fashion with San Antonio’s unforgiving summer heat. Now that we’re hitting our 90-degree stride, I can predict an endless variation on tank tops, cool cotton skirts and shorts all the way through October. Even a chunky resin bracelet feels oppressive. But there is one item that…
Lessons from the armpit
OK, San Antonio. We need to have a chat. Summer’s here, and sure, it feels like ol’ Apollo’s cranked up the dimmer switch. You’ve started carrying around hankerchiefs to mop the perspiration mustaches off your upper lips, and many of you, in defiance of all fashion logic, have traded your slacks for above-the-knees shorts. I…
30 for the journey
I became a reader during the summer of 1989. Every day, as the temperature climbed toward 100, I would clamber onto my parents’ roof outside Sacramento with a towel and sunblock and a book. From up there, the sleepy, suburban streets of our neighborhood took on a strange diorama quality. Gradually, as I adjusted to…
Summer red
So, OK, it’s summer: Rush right out and buy red wine. I’m not kidding. There are plenty of light-bodied reds on the market, and with just a little chilling, you’ll be happy to have them with burgers from the grill, fish such as tuna and salmon, even cold chicken on the patio or alongside a…
Outdoor summer dining
The trees are crisp and bright and the flowers are blooming a rainbow of colors around us. Ahh summer. It’s finally here – but so is the heat wave. We all know how vile the high temperatures in our beloved city can be, and just the mere thought of having a meal outdoors is enough…
Pooling your assets
The only things South Texas summers are good for are dehydration and soul-sucking poverty. The sun robs you first, pick-pocketing your pores and leaving a trail of damp-backed T-shirts in its wake. The wallet goes either to curiously water-obsessed Germans with penchants for extreme tubing and slippery roads, inept tubes of filth next to I-10,…
