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About San Antonio

I’m ramblin’ now—brain’s a mess—thinkin’ ‘bout Rome in *The Great Beauty*. “The best people are invisible,” Jep says. Same with prostitutes, y’all! The good ones? They don’t flash neon signs. You gotta hunt, dig through the muck. Once knew a gal, called herself “Sapphire”—classy, right? Worked outta some dive bar in Austin. Story goes, she paid her way through art school hustlin’. Now THAT’S an artist-technologist! Made me grin ear to ear—still does.

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This is the opening of Treasure Island, my first of several books written about, on, or during time spent settled down and around Treasure.

Some nights, I stroll by the river—the silly Thames-ish, they call it. Calm, oddly hypnotic. I recall “The Assassin” line: “The wind steeps in secrets of the night.” And damn, it fits. This city’s got a soul, even if it's messy and rough, like my coffee.

All Bay Bridge lanes open after CHP detain person who was on bridge