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Twisted Fate: The Day an EF4 Tornado Tore Through North Garland December 26, 2015. Most people were still basking in the glow of Christmas leftovers and gift receipts. But in North Garland, Texas, the holiday season took a terrifying turn. That evening, a monstrous EF4...
Coach in Green, Golf Swings, and 25 Years of Glory: The Reunion That Hit Different Twenty-five years. That’s how long it had been since high school. A full quarter-century since we last ran wind sprints, wore matching warmups, and thought stretching was for the weak...
Surf, Sharks, and Sand-Stuck Sedans: My Galveston Saga Galveston, Texas. The sun was hot, the waves were calling, and Pleasure Pier stood in the distance like a carnival mirage. I was there to surf, soak up the Gulf vibes, and maybe—just maybe—channel my inner Kelly...
Smoke, Sirens, and Shock: Witnessing the Downtown Houston Garage Inferno It started like any other weekday morning in Downtown Houston. I was grabbing coffee from a food truck near Travis Street, mentally preparing for a day of emails and existential dread, when I...
Red, White, and Booze: July 4th on Clear Lake with the Walkers and Parsons If you ever find yourself wondering what happens when the Walkers and the Parsons collide on a holiday weekend, let me save you the suspense: it’s loud, it’s legendary, and it usually involves...
Tequila, Tunes, and 6th Street Shenanigans: Our Cinco de Mayo in Austin If you’ve never experienced Austin, Texas during Cinco de Mayo, let me paint you a picture: imagine a mariachi band battling a DJ for dominance, tacos flying off food trucks like confetti, and the...
Here’s the fully integrated and polished blog post with your hilarious flight story woven in seamlessly: Snow, Supercomputers, and Steve Wozniak: My Wild Week in Salt Lake City Picture this: It’s October, I’m leaving sunny Southern California in a T-shirt, thinking...
I arrive at East Village Tavern and Bowl at noon and the San Diego light looks the same as it did in my memory — bright, forgiving, the kind of sun that makes everything feel possible. Except today it’s now: people are streaming in with backpacks, sunglasses, and the...