Justin Skolnick lives and works in Portland.

Yee Haw!

Originally posted to justin.revision8.com on in Barrington, Illinois

As a child I spent a whole hour in the Dallas airport; in this manner I’ve also been to New Jersey and Amsterdam. Rubbing my toes in Texas dirt will rectify an unconscionable mark on my state checklist.

Before this we decided to take Aunt Dorothy’s invitation to Austin. Two AM tomorrow we leave the driveway for Midway.

Plans include Six Flags in San Antonio, and I’d like to see the original Whole Foods and the Austin City Limits. I want to photograph a belt buckle, which I hear are enormous and which my cousin Tiffany refuses to wear. Neither will I, but I told a coworker I would bring back an accent. “Yeah, don’t do that,” she said.

And I should mention that after a beloved and thoroughly Texan college professor hung the state’s flag from his porch, one of his colleagues remarked: “I’m glad to see Chip’s so proud of his Puerto Rican heritage.”