Food Trucks

Danno pointed out that there will be food trucks at A-Kon this year.

"You did good," he said. "You made things better."

OK, now, here's why he said that:

Last year, A-Kon was in downtown Dallas, where there are many places to get something to eat. This year, it will be at the Anatole, which isn't close to anything unless you have a car.

My mom's neighbor, Brent, is currently building the Sylvan|Thirty development at the corner of (drum-roll, please) Sylvan and highway 30. While he had the land, but before he had the permits, he had a couple of food truck events at the location.

I had written to Brent to ask him about his food truck contacts, and if they could get in touch with the Anatole about being out there. I know hotel food is crazy expensive and there needed to be an alternative for folk without cars (or limited access to one).

So, the other day, Danno tells me about the food trucks. I immediately wrote to Brent. "I don't know if you had anything to do with it, but it looks like we'll have food-trucks this year at the convention. If so, great!"

Brent wrote back, "Probably your pops pulling strings upstairs ;)"

Now, this worries me. My dad was an eighty-years-old journalist. He hated that I was involved in conventions at all and though the type of people who go to them are just a waste of time. I had forwarded him the blog of someone from the convention and asked what he thought. He said, "Don't ever waste someone's time like that again."

So, here's the deal.  If you get food poisoning from one of the food trucks, it's not my fault. But here's how you might appease the ghost of my very cranky deaddad:

When you are telling someone about it, make sure you mention the who, what, where, when, why, and how. Extra points if you include the who else and what next. Use an Oxford comma and don't bury the lede.

And Brent's a cool guy. He always called Dad "young-timer". If you're in the area, come see Sylvan|Thirty when it opens. It's going to be really neat.