lone star state

yesterday was cinco de  mayo, and i noticed it's not so big around here than in previous places i've lived. there aren't so many mexicans... maybe in certain parts it's big, but down in bay ridge....

i finally hit up LONE STAR, the bar a couple blocks from my house. i made friends with some Mohawk Indians from Canada, who are iron workers that work on the Freedom Tower (formerly the world trade center) through the week, and travel six hours up north to their reservation in Canada every weekend. 

There's a story right there, if there ever was one.

The irony of a bunch of native americans erecting the freedom tower after terrorists wiped it out is not lost on me.

they were gentlemen, big rough old guys with no fear and a taste for boozin.

and, drinking lone star, i felt a little less homesick. funny how i've been so homesick for texas... yes, indeed it was my home.