In the night...the scream of the rabbit is terrible. But the scream of the owl which is not of pain and hopelessness and fear of being plucked out the world, but of the sheer rollicking glory of the death-bringer, is more terrible still.

Friday, March 11, 2016

Alamo Garden Home

The Alamo Inn Apartments are in a relatively gritty neighborhood - to the north a busy highway, railroad and a car wash with ongoing Tejano music. On the other side of the alley to the east is a small sheet metal manufacturer. To the east is a large city park. To the south on the other side of the innkeepers large private yard is a rather sketchy blue-collar residential neighborhood with a full complement of barking dogs. Certainly not plush housing, but all the people seem friendly and over the years I have adjusted to the noises except for the train whistle once or twice a day.

The inner courtyard that we overlook is another story. I think it is quite pleasant with a mixture of butterfly-centric flowers.

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