I picked up
the phone and blurted a rather abrupt, "Hello," as if
I were almost mad at whomever called. I couldn’t help
blaming the caller a little for my taking my eyes off the
magician. Perhaps if I had just kept my eyes on him, watching
him every minute, he wouldn’t have vanished. However, my
anger was quickly diffused when I discovered, much to my
pleasure, that the caller was my ever-optimistic younger
brother, Carl.
It had been a long time since we had last
talked and I was anxious to hear from him. Carl was always the
bearer of good news, whether or not there was even good news to
bear, he was probably the one person that I would have to
forgive for interrupting – something about that damn
positive attitude of his.
"Guess what?" he asked.
"How in the heck should I know what?"
I said. "Are you coming into Austin?"
"No, but you will be able to see me,"
he replied, "You have to guess."
"You bought a billboard on I-35? Okay, I give up. What
are you up to now?" I asked.
