“Dallas is like a rich man with a death wish in his eyes.” [Flatlanders, Jimmie Dale Gilmore et al>
But I love the Dallas skyline, swooping in from the mid-cities, east bound on I-30, the turnpike, \\Chemical Brothers\\ filling the cab of the red Virgo truck.
The traffic, like traffic always does in Dallas, ground to a stop shortly thereafter. Not like this is a big deal, seems to happen all the time. It’s watching the reactions of the other drivers that amuses me. Beautiful day, roll the windows down, crank up the tunes, why worry? Still didn’t get any place none to fast, but that’s not like it it’s any big deal…
Funny singularity for the day: like, almost everyone at the corporate party, at least the charts I looked at, all had a big Libra, influence. All management.
