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About eleven o'clock my phone rings and my brother is on the line. We say hello and the signal drops momentarily. "I was going through a tunnel," he says.
"Where is there a tunnel in Houston?" I ask, racking my brain to remember the south side.
"There isn't one. It's a tunnel in Atlanta. Which MARTA station is near your place?"
We hung out this afternoon. Lunch was at Pancho's. The afternoon was at the Highlander. It was a nice surprise.
He'll be back in a couple of weeks and we'll likely make the rounds of those sorts of places again.
"Where is there a tunnel in Houston?" I ask, racking my brain to remember the south side.
"There isn't one. It's a tunnel in Atlanta. Which MARTA station is near your place?"
We hung out this afternoon. Lunch was at Pancho's. The afternoon was at the Highlander. It was a nice surprise.
He'll be back in a couple of weeks and we'll likely make the rounds of those sorts of places again.