call•me•jonah

Most of my living this summer has occured at Reata. That’s where life happens: driving cars, greeting people, making small talk and occassionally big talk with co-workers all night long. Working there has really been a pleasure for me. And I’m a bit saddened to have to leave. I’ve been there almost a year, or approxiamately four times as long as I’ve worked anywhere else.

So here’s to the late nights, the rainy nights, the cold nights, the hot nights, the fast cars, the grateful tippers, Charlie with his cup on the corner, free bread and rolls, bad knees, philosophy, Joey, Kim, Jeff, Kelly, Colin, Suzanna, and Ian, all the bums asking for water or a buck, Mike the wandering dulcimerist, knee braces, and all the books I read on slow Sundays.

I loved it all.