And after the debacle of the Amos Lee concert that could shatter ear drums at 100 yards, a decent time at The Pearl

You’ll remember that I’m telling the long and complicated story of our recent visit to San Antonio. We had gone for a lot of reasons...not least of them just to further #Stomp_Our_Ennui_Like_A_Bug...but the central reason was we wanted to see Amos Lee, a musician of whom we (and particularly Martha) are fans. We had waited literally years for him to come to a venue near us. So, when we heard he was (finally) going to perform in Texas, and in a city that’s relatively near by,

Okay, so last time I was talking about our trip to San Antonio and how I’d just ordered a Reuben sandwich at The Esquire, which is one of my very, very favorite restaurants in the world. I had also mentioned omens. As in a whole passel of them. As in, oh, phooey, pshaw, and darn. Or words to that effect. Martha on the River Walk, though, not from our most recent visit. This is from 2015 or there’s about. But I liked the picture of her, and you can get a feel from it for the R

The Esquire Tavern in San Antonio. Once among my favorite restaurants in the city, and maybe the world. It could be again. But, right now...

So, last time I was writing about our recent visit to San Antonio. I had just gotten us up and out and on our way to La Villita. I ought to explain what that is. The La Villita Historic Arts Village (https://www.lavillitasanantonio.com/) is San Antonio’s oldest neighborhood, dating back to the city’s beginning. At various times, it’s been a squatters’ camp, an uneasily multi-national community (“Mexicans,” “Americans,” and “Germans”), a thriving working-class to middle-class