One star, no waiting

So my next day at work is, um, the 30th.

Obviously this gives me a lot of time to Do Stuff. On the other hand, having just discovered that Gwendolyn doesn’t even flinch at $50-plus fillups, I’m in no mood to take off for Saskatchewan: not only is it a heck of a long way away, but it’s a whole other country, fercrissake.

And, having said that out loud, I thought of a place that merely is like a whole other country — even says so in the brochures — and it’s just on the far side of the Red River.

I may be biting off more than I can chew here: Ann Richards once said, “I thought I knew Texas pretty well, but I had no notion of its size until I campaigned it.” Typical World Tours run two weeks or so and traverse a quarter to a third of the country; I figure it will take me nine or ten days just to get through Texas, and not anywhere near all of it, either. I am still in the data-gathering stage, so suggestions, here or in email, will be welcomed.

I must point out here that my ongoing sleep issues have not been satisfactorily resolved, so I undertake this mission with more than the usual amount of trepidation. However, it seems to me that if I don’t go, the terrorists will have won I’ll just make matters worse for myself, and Trini seems to think that the limiting factor is my own bedroom: once out of there, the condition might clear up. This is way out of her area of expertise, but I have to admit, I don’t have any kind of counterargument other than “Sez you.”





3 comments

  1. Charles Pergiel »

    7 June 2008 · 12:39 pm

    Austin is, or was, an oasis of civilization in a sea of rednecks. Houston is a swamp. Dallas is all glitz and glitter. SE Texas is more like Louisiana. West Texas, whoo boy. Big, flat, empty, dead. The twin cities of Odessa and Midland are scary. Got to hand it to the folks who live there for making something out of less than nothing. They make A-bombs in Amarillo. Big Bend is supposed cool, I have never been. El Paso is diametrically opposed to East Texas in more ways than one.

    When they needed to expand the capital they carved a subterranean chamber out of solid limestone.

  2. Ted Bronson »

    7 June 2008 · 1:19 pm

    I was stationed in San Angelo for a school while in the Navy. I LOVE San Angelo. If it is on your way, you should stop at a little restaurant called Mejor Que Nada (Better then Nothing). I would have eaten there every day if I had been willing to put on the poundage. I was there back in ’90, so I can only hope they are still open. Also, if you time it right, you could be able to see the Great Tarantula Migration where upwards of a zillion big hairy nuisances migrate in blobs so large the city actually has signs at their crossing spots. (Don’t run over them, it’s a crime.)
    Lake Nasworthy (aka Lake Nastywater) is a mecca for party going Air Force types, but I preferred the River Concho.
    And if you are a piano bar aficionado, there is (used to be anyway) a great little place downtown that was a real piano playin’, peanuts on the floor kinda place. (Can’t remember the name though.)

  3. Sarah »

    8 June 2008 · 6:37 pm

    We’re heading down to Marfa, TX in August. Who woulda thought there would be some funky little art town in the middle of the dusty, west Texas wilderness?

    And call me weird, but I rather like “big, flat, empty, dead.” It’s quite beautiful.

RSS feed for comments on this post