There’s a street corner in San Antonio–specifically Huebner and Vance Jackson–with a convenience store. In that lot, from time to time, are little pop up businesses. At Easter, for example, there’s a guy that sells giant, colorful bags of cascarones for a few dollars a bag. Naturally, this phenomenon existed prior to the trendy “pop-up retail” moniker. San Antonio has long played host to itinerant sales folk. That the same basic idea is “hip” now in major cities (read: New York and L.A.) sort of amuses me. Ah, but I digress…
This morning, after I dropped off the kid at summer camp, I was
speeding driving down Huebner to a coffee shop, where I hoped to work on the book.
Then I saw this out of the corner of my eye:
I had to stop. Had to. A neon sign bellowed “ONE DAY ONLY.”
I wasn’t alone, either, in my temptation. By the time I u-turned and made my way back, there was only one spot left in which to park.
What’s not to love, right?
My eyes filled with color and my mind distracted by gardening again (we’ve been on vacay a lot and I’ve let the yard slip), how will I ever get back on track with the book today? Sigh.