I did manage a nice walk around the lake today, using one of my new routes, one I don’t take too often, and it was an improvement. The Bluebonnets are coming up in hurry. I hope the route this weekend, the trail which winds down through South Texas is as beautiful as it’s been before.
Tuesday Night is rapidly disintegrating into a time spent watching King of the Hill. I’m pretty sure the fictional town is really modeled after Lockhart, where my good Bubba friend lives. In fact, I wouldn’t be surprised if all the characters lived there, just down the street.
But I had to record one of the snippets of conversation because it so true, something during a commercial break, my neighbor asked where I was Monday morning, “We knocked on your trailer, went and ate tacos over at that place I keep telling you about. Where were you?”
“Dallas.”
“Dallas, isn’t that like a concrete trailer park?”
Sure is.
