Here’s to hoping

[style=floatpicleft>[/style>Here’s to hoping it’s a good day in Dallas. Here’s to hoping my neighbor won’t catch and eat all my little friends in Austin. Here’s to memories from the road. Here’s to hoping one more tour bus doesn’t stop at the same time as I do.

Three times, Friday afternoon. What are the odds?

Rudy’s in Waco, Czech Stop in West, Starbucks in Hillsboro. Three stops. Three times, I pulled in, only to discover later, right after a tour bus disgorged a ton of people. Extended family reunion, a camp group of youngsters, and group of teenagers from church.

This does not happen to normal people. One tour bus? Sure. Three? No way.

All right, so I lied about the last one, the Starbucks in Hillsboro. It wasn’t a tour bus. It was two van loads of kids. But still. How many “Venti Mint Mocha Chocolate Frappe” can those Baptists drink? Is that even allowed?

One last stop, for a quick picture, from a recent news item:

And besides voting for Kinky for Guv? Think about Willie as an energy Czar. I’m not saying anything, other than, well, put that in your pipe and smoke it.