Somebody should’ve warned me

Somebody should’ve warned me — I keep getting sidetracked and playing around with the new CD burner, making up CDs for friends. It’s not like, a fast process, rip the music from a CD I own, arrange the tracks, make a label. Quick, find 80 minutes worth of songs that I’ve got with Texas in the title. Johnny Cash doing doing “The Breeze.” [So it’s not really Texas — it’s still a worthy track] Lynyrd Skynyrd doing “T for Texas.” George Strait’s “Ft. Worth.” The Wheel’s cover of Bob Wills’ “Big Balls in Cowtown.” The Gourd’s “El Paso.” “Ever seen Dallas from a DC-9 at night?” And so forth. All with Beethoven playing in the background. I meant to go to the bank, but I was late getting out of the trailer, and I only made it to the coffee shop, bookstore and train station for tomorrow’s ticket. There was a scary sign up behind Katz’s Deli, “We are watching you. Towing enforced 24 hours. We never lose.” Glad I didn’t park there. Off to Ft. Worth for a working weekend, and a chance to see Marcia Ball on New Year’s Eve.