It was a long day, and I didn’t get a lot of sleep before I hopped on the airplane home. El Paso is a strange place, less a part of Texas and more part of something else, and I can’t quite put a finger on just what it’s a part of. While I was running around town with Grace the KLAQ radio psychic, I listened as she made a point about where it was she lived. “One mile south is Mexico. One mile north is New Mexico. We are at the very tip of Texas.” Maybe that’s the important distinction. I did a chance to steal some material from my good buddy the Aura Picture guy. Mac is the funniest guy who works the same circuit that I do. I was there first, but you know, he has the Capricorn humor that is so good. Since he lives in Utopia, Texas, he was, for a while, the resident hippie. The constraints of a wife and new baby sort of changed that. Personally, I’m glad he got a haircut. I don’t like having to share my long hair with other guys on the same trail I’m on. Upsets the stage show, you know.
I had a brief and delicious lunch fixed by Grace’s Taurus Mom. Chili Colorado, everything dripping spice, and that extra special warm feeling that only comes with a Mother’s home cooking. Grace’s parents were so impressed with me, I was repeatedly called a “Cool Arrow.” I think it’s a play on a Spanish term, something about being a cool guy and a straight arrow. “Cool Arrow,” it’s my new title.
