“It’s a crazy circuit/But still you work it” [\\Cadillac Cowboy\\ by Chris LeDoux>
It was a long ride out to West Texas. First sign we were out of Austin? “Welcome Hunters!” Looking on a map, Midland is almost at the little SE corner of NM. It may be named because it’s halfway between Ft. Worth and El Paso, but it doesn’t feel so close. We stopped in Sonora, TX, for, basically, we rode 200 miles so the girls could have some nachos. “Aren’t these the best you’ve ever had?” 200 miles for nachos? [La Mexicana Restaurante – 308 A Highway 277 North, Sonora, TX>
One of my all-time favorite images was from a sign in front of a Midland pawn shop. Which was one stop on Friday afternoon. Me? I found a local fave, \\The Cornell Hurd Band\\ CD, in the discount bin. Good enough for me.
At dinner on Friday night one of the readers was bragging about where she’d been, “I had lunch at the Petroleum Club with….” “Petroleum club? What, did you have gas?”
Conversations with psychics, imagine a discussion that starts out like this, “Did you ever notice that there seems to be a higher incidence of infidelity with clients in El Paso?” All I could answer, was “Huh?” “Sure, don’t you notice that no one sleeps with their husbands in El Paso?” No, not something I noticed as being geographically specific. Maybe I attract different clients, though.
More than once, I had to explain why I liked this area. My work involves talking to people. It’s not about the inside of hotel conference room, what I see are people and their charts. It’s the people I meet in this area that I’m so fond of. A little quirky, sure, but then, it’s not like I have a lot room to complain about idiosyncrasies. So I like it here it a lot. Not so much that I’d **move** here, but as long as I get paid, I’ll keep showing up and enjoying myself.
