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Glovebox Medley No. 1: San Antonio Scraps

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Glovebox Medley No. 1: San Antonio Scrap The stuff that didn’t make the brochure—but still stuck to our shoes. Let’s be honest: by the time Abbey Road rolled around, the Beatles were basically done. John wanted out. George had secretly written all the best songs. Ringo was playing drums with a cigarette in one hand and his resignation letter in the other. And Paul… well, Paul was busy trying to keep the band together by turning a bunch of unfinished junk into a masterpiece.. And somehow, it worked . They took the scraps—half-songs, bridges, throwaways—and handed them over to George Martin, who stitched them into a wild, operatic finale known as the Abbey Road Medley. It was messy. It was brilliant. It was kind of desperate. And it still slaps. That’s the spirit behind this new recurring feature. Because every trip has leftovers—tiny scenes, weird encounters, half-memories, and overheard gems that don’t quite deserve a full post but still sing when you line them up just right. ...

The San Antonio River Walk: Floods, Films, and Floating Margaritas

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The San Antonio River Walk: Floods, Films, and Floating Margaritas At first glance, the San Antonio River Walk looks like something out of a theme park—a winding, cobbled waterway lined with cafés, cypress trees, and mariachi music floating on the breeze. But this winding piece of water has deeper roots than most folks realize. It’s not just a tourist trap with a good happy hour. The River Walk is a living piece of Texas history, shaped by disaster, reinvention, and no small amount of Texan stubbornness. It All Started with a Flood The River Walk exists today because of a tragedy. In 1921, a catastrophic flood tore through downtown San Antonio, killing dozens and causing millions in damage. That flood set the wheels in motion for what would become one of the city’s most iconic features. Engineers proposed paving over the river completely—just turning it into a big storm drain. That might’ve happened if not for a local architect named Robert H. H. Hugman, who had other ideas. He saw the...