On the road again
Presuming I win the air travel trifecta on Tuesday — flights on time, connections made, and luggage not lost — I’ll be in Stephenville by 4 p.m. Of course, that further presumes I don’t make a wrong turn somewhere outside of Fort Worth and end up in a dance hall listening to Robert Earl Keen all night. Wouldn’t that be a tragedy?
I think I’m gonna like Texas. A lot.
what a terrific writing opportunity. I’ll keep reading. sbr
Great. But it’s July 15th. Did you make it in one piece?
Well, now — small world. Helped girlfriend drive a small U-Haul trailer full of goods back from her inherited lakefront home in Oklahoma (this is known as an oxymoron) and listened extensively to Robert Earl sing about five-pound bass, never-ending parties and Sonora’s death row.