| I arrived at the airport a bit early, and their flight was delayed dodging thunderstorms on their way over from Dallas. While waiting, I ran into Kinky Friedman, Texas' independent candidate for Governor. I had his assistant snap a quick picture, during which Kinky complained that my height was making him look like a shrimp.
I had warned my parents about the Texas heat - it'd been in the high nineties the days before they arrived, but somewhere between California and Texas, they picked up the rain. And so, with my parents arriving from sunny California in shorts and sandals, they were greeted with humid, temperamental Texas spring thunderstorms.
Our first stop from the Airport was Bolm Studios - where I showed them around my stomping grounds. Of course, the last time Mom saw the studio - it looked like this, so as much of a mess everything was, I think she was comforted by the relative tranquility and order that has sprung throughout my life. |
 I always uphold the bad tradition of making a sign for arriving guests. This trip to the airport was no different, and when my embarrassed parents were descending the stairs from the gates and notice the sign, my Mom excitedly started to chirp, "I'm Mom, I'm Mom!"
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