There is something about San Antonio I just love - perhaps it could be all the old buildings that line all the streets or the fact that once the sun goes down, the air smells like wildflowers. It could also be the fact that Mr. Tim Summa lives there - conversing aimlessly to his kitties (Mr. Spiky and Ginger-Cat), watering down his garden, dwarfing the world with his gigantically large heart for everything. I love this man. You want to know how much I love this man? He gave me bubbles! He gave me an entire bottle of bubbles from the dollar store and encouraged me to take them outside and play with them while he worked in the garden... ha.... how could you not love a grown man who has such a lovely request?
Everytime I stay with Tim, I am just amazed....at first, with just how large the man is. Not in the sense of being overweight or anything like that (the man eats nothing but chicken and veggies).... but just how he literally looks like the descendant of Giant. I would guess at least seven feet when he ducking the door jambs, broad shouldered, completely able to fill a small room. After I get past his giant-ness - I am again, just amazed with just how off-the-charts intelligent he is. (Now that I am thinking about it... I am thinking that perhaps, he might have a photographic memory because it would explain a lot.) He is particularly good with very strange questions that have very open answers. For example, one night I started inquiring about the Moth Man - and next thing I know, I am in a three hour discussion about the beginning of civilization, Jesus, the Arc of the Covenant, Gaul, Indian culture, portals, the exact location of where the Moth Man habits..... a million other topics, and in the end it all came full circle - three hours later. And I love every minute of his chain reaction ramblings....
Yay! So Patrick flew into San Antonio!! - Tim gave us our own room, some spare keys, even the keys to his car. And Tim dropped us off at the Riverwalk to grab dinner, as he always does, left us his cell number..... "Even if it is 3am, I will come and pick you up, don't worry about calling me, I will be up - just have a good time!".... Riverwalk was horribly crowded with drunk college kids wearing paper white condoms on their heads... Pat did not like it much. Ended up calling Tim early, for a night full of fully entertaining stories about Tesla and fleas and how we won all the World Wars and about Napoleon and lice and black rats vs brown rats.... atomic bombs.... time travel..... wow.
Photos: Not completely sure... ha