You know what really bites? I mean, I was leaning towards cutting down on portions of my ferocious road schedule as the year started, and with two trips that fizzle instead of sizzle, it’s wearing on the soul.
Not to mention wearing out the cash reserves. What really is too bad, though, is that the material that I gather when I do trips like that. Thunderclouds over the West Texas sky. A skyline itself, which stretches as far as the eye can see.
Talking about the way the cacti look in full bloom.
Plus there’s the people. Some are clients, some are paid readings. Some are just background noise. Some of it is really good material.
The old bellman, complaining about his legs, “Yes, I’m from East Texas, but my wife couldn’t stand it there, ‘Too many trees,’ she said.”
I was certainly busy taking notes, and it hasn’t been that long since I was out in that area, just about three months ago.
The price of oil. The price of gasoline. The new high school football stadium. To be honest, I think there are some junior colleges with less impressive stadiums – football is more than a sport, it’s akin to a religion. But that might be regional.
Just the tip, too, as there’s a ton of more material out there.
I mentioned one dive bar in one town, and its name gets instant recognition, “Hey, are they doing the bull riding thing again? I mean, is it time for that now?”
There’s still something intangible about surfing all 20 channels in a motel room, lying on the bed, watch smoke curl up towards the ceiling, settling into watch a rerun of some movie you’ve seen before. It’s like it’s a waste of time, and yet, it’s oddly comforting, too.
It’s the road.
