my worst nightmare

“TAX IMPORTED OIL” read a bumpersticker I noticed as I walked to breakfast. Afterwards, I slipped on by a convenience store to pick up some bottled water, and while I was cutting across the desert sands, I could detect the faint aroma of something sweet, something like a lilac smell, maybe something else, I wasn’t sure just what it was. I was too busy stepping between the mesquite and the prickly pear, keeping an eye for the big fire ants to be too concerned with what smelled so good. There’s a new airport terminal, and suddenly, the old building’s long gone. Bit of a shock. To be sure, it’s a nice building, but I’m not sure why they built a new terminal out here. The last time I commented on the new terminal building, though, I got a deluge of mail assure me that 1] it was needed and 2] it was a political thing. I was watching a little TV last night in the hotel room — the TV set was broken because it would only get Springer. That’s got to be my worst nightmare, an invitation to be on Springer….