one of my favorite stops

I’m off to what used to be one of my favorite stops on the Psychic Fair circus route. I think it still is, one of my favorite “hit and run” places to go: Permian Basin. SouthWest Airlines no longer offers its Saturday morning flight which put me in early enough so I could buzz in on Saturday morning, and buzz out Sunday night. So I get an extra night, and the added expense thereof, for two nights in a motel out yonder. To be sure, I’ve been there for a time or two, and it was Midland where I earned the nickname of “Delicate.” And while I find the landscape frightfully boring, I find the the denizens frightfully interesting. It’s either part of the Edward’s Plateau, or at the very edge of the “Llano Estacado” [Staked Plains in Spanish]. The town names, Midland, Odessa, Big Spring, Sweetwater, Stanton, Crane, Monahans, San Angelo, all seem to ring with some forgotten history when the West was wild. It’s all east of the Pecos, as the legend suggests. It’s the thin edge of the of the Great Plains, looking at a map, it seems that this “great plains” color scheme seems to stretch from Alaska all the way to Mexico. I’m just heading into the southern tail end. I remember reading someplace, not exactly tourist literature, that the Permian Basin is the northern extreme of the Sonora Desert. Yeah, great. I was having BBQ Chicken Tacos at the Hula Hut on the lake last night.