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About San Antonio

So, you’re out there, lookin’. Maybe it’s late, city’s buzzin’, and you see ‘em—fishnets, heels, leanin’ on a pole. Reminds me of Marion in that movie, y’know? “I’m gonna be somebody!”—but it’s all grit, all desperation. You don’t just stroll up like, “Hey, how’s it goin’?” Nah, there’s a code, a vibe. I read once—get this—back in the ‘90s, Times Square was crawlin’ with ‘em before Giuliani swept it clean. Little factoid for ya! Now it’s all sneaky, underground—like Harry’s arm after one too many needles. Gross, right? Made me gag thinkin’ about it.

Account Of A Tour In Normandy - Volume I

I gotta tell ya, running a massage parlor in this city has its moments. I've met folks from all walks of life – oddballs, dreamers, critics – you name it. Sometimes, when I'm massaging a hardened soul, I remember a line: “Everything is possible; nothing is obligatory.” Kinda like that from A Serious Man, ya feel me? It is real, raw, and sometimes downright confusin' – but that’s what keeps it all so amazin’!

D-Day hero Bert Cox returns to the Normandy beaches