Off to work.
I was cruising down the highway, just minding my own business, thinking that I had it made. Most cars, if not all of the vehicular traffic, were north bound – for Dallas. I’m sure, everyone is aware, it’s the Texas – OU game. The Red River shootout. The good guys versus the bad guys. Having lived through a number of Cotton Bowl classics, in Big D, I’m kind of glad I’m missing it, going the other way.
I was a little worried when I noticed a Greyhound Bus, with “Dallas” as the destination tag, headed, I thought, south. Same way as me.
Thought I beat the SA rush hour, made a couple of calls, bragged about my driving just in time to run into “holiday” traffic. Rush hour with a freeway looking like a parking lot.
Got to hear and see Kinky Friedman, the next governor of Texas, and I managed to get in a picture.
He was, purportedly, signing his new book, which was – allegedly nonfiction. “But most nonfiction is untrue,” he suggested, “while most fiction is true.” Couldn’t agree more.
One other quip that caught my ear?
“Running for governor, I can no longer say ‘I hate Dallas’.”
Yeah buddy, we feel your pain. My next governor is a Jewish Cowboy.
