Good Bones
The winter storm has began to take a hold of the city and its people. I wrapped up some last minute errands yesterday including picking up a prescription from the pharmacy located near the place I grew up. On my drive home I decide to drive by our now vacant lot on the street I spent my childhood. Nearly 18 years I spent on that block. The street behind where our house stood was an old 3 story craftsman house that was vacant most all the time. When me and my siblings were pre-teens and young teens, we would go into this house and explore it. It sat on the corner of 13th and Bosque Blvd. It was quite a wonder. It had a laundry shoot that went from the 3rd floor to the 1st. It had wide hallways and tall ceilings. It was just a joy to walk around and look up, down and around this place. Yesterday I drove by and the house was raised. How sad it made me feel. I didn't get to see the inside just one more time. I had not the chance to gaze upon its majesty not one more time. I asked my s...