Bagel Three friends are in town early morning. In a few hours two of them are heading home, flying off in separate directions, while the other drives along the country roads back to work. He’s brought his out-of-town friends to his favorite bagel place. Tucked away in a warehouse district, the joint’s made up of a long counter, a couple read more >>

Walking Lubbock Whenever Curtis and I meet we go out for a long ramble. It’s inevitable. Today he wants to show me around downtown Lubbock. It’s early fall and unseasonably cool; it has even rained a little this morning. We wear lights pants, t-shirts, sneakers, both have on backpacks filled with books and extra gear. It’s only a few suburban read more >>

Killing Time The bar opens promptly at four, the bartender dropping his cigarette and propping the door behind him. I have walked around the square twice, but still I am the first customer of the afternoon. The whiskey bar’s interior must have been carted across the Atlantic, piece by piece, including the old-fashioned ceiling: when I cross over the threshold read more >>