in spite of my unfortunate chin
A month or so ago I was in Austin, Texas with my daughter and her friends, getting ready to run the Austin 1/2 marathon, which has become a tradition and a time to eat queso, drink many margaritas, and go to chicken shit bingo. We stayed at an Air BNB place that was nice, had great pillows and was, as usual, way better than a hotel. Using my older, somewhat displaced bladder and frequent middle of the night urgencies as an excuse, I got the bedroom with the attached bathroom....and the memory foam pillows. I did appreciate the proximity of the bathroom. All the memory foam pillows did for me was to allow me to remember my dreams or at least one of them. And it was about my chin, of all things. I was at an airport and a woman came up to me and said, "Go talk to that man over there. He can read faces". I wandered over to a stony faced guy with piercing, emotionless, blue eyes. He had a chiseled, assassin lookin...