Dallas.
So weird. Mecca. My traveling companions suggested a place called “Mecca,” and after visiting for breakfast, Saturday morning, I realized that I had been there before. Not a spooky “past life,” just sometime in the clouded past. And that was just one stop.
Dallas is full of memories. Tons of them. Pitfalls? Pratfalls?
One of those.
Rev. Horton Heat, “Big D Boogie-Woogie….”
Keeping the myth alive?
‘Hi Kramer, remember, El Paso? I saw Grace right before we left…”
Best T-shirt?
“Life is a freak show. We just do the lights.”
I wonder how I could work that one out?
“Life is a freak show, I just read the charts” or “Life is a freak show, I just do the charts“?
