I happen to really, really enjoy El Paso. Perhaps it is nothing more than the cuisine, the dinner last night was just incredible, and it came from a place that seems to be nothing more than a local hole in the wall kind of place. Just awesome food. Hot enough to scare even some local inhabitants. Then, breakfast today was at a truck stop, but it wasn’t like “truckstop” food — the Salsa was hot, spicy and fresh while the eggs were done to a perfection and served on a tortilla. Of course, I like coming to place that has such a strong sense of history. Us white boys, relatively speaking, we’re rather late on the arrival scene, historically speaking.
I was sitting in the bar, having a cup of coffee after dinner, and as I watched my cigar smoke curl up to the ceiling, green in the neon light, I was thinking while Grace was reading a waiter’s palm, “If we can only take the advice we dish out….”
