One neighbor is a guy who breeds miniature donkeys. Yes, tiny donkeys. Christopher says they “bray along” when he plays guitar. Imagine that.
Christopher Cross Clarkston
Another neighbor is a retired NASA engineer. They have BBQs together. They talk about satellite orbits and yacht rock. It’s the most Austin thing ever.
He once got a letter from a fan addressed to “Christopher Cross, The Ocean, Somewhere.” It actually arrived. The post office forwarded it to his Austin mailbox.
Does He Still “Sail” Around Town?
No. He drives a Honda CR-V. It’s silver, a little dusty, and has a “Keep Austin Weird” bumper sticker. Priorities, people.
When he needs to feel the ocean, he goes to Lake Travis. It’s a 30-minute drive. He will not sing “Sailing” on the boat. He forbids it. His friends routinely break this rule.
