At one point, the guys at the Tourist Bureau used that phrase to get people to Houston. If I remember correctly, it backfired. Well, I'm here to tell you that it IS hot already in Houston and it's just the beginning of May - BUT not as hot as San Miguel - so there IS a method to my madness.
Last night I sat on a porch with a great friend where we discussed all manner of life issues. Since it is on the second floor, we were looking out through the trees and down at the passing walkers and cars. The evenings in Houston, to me, are lovely. The sound of the cicadas remind me of times laying in a hammock in the backyard looking at the stars. Simple pleasures.
As we sat on the porch, the other memory that came tumbling in was as a little girl in Chicago spending the night at my grandparents' house where they had a screened in back porch. EVERY time, in the summer, when my cousin and I spent the night there, my grandmother would let us drag a mattress down the hall and out onto that porch and spend the night out there. Another simple pleasure.
So, although the traffic is frenetic and people move at a fast pace, if you try hard enough and get off the beaten track, the lazy, Southern, down home feel of Houston does still exist - Woo hoo.