that was really a weekend run down I-45 from DFW to the Houston suburb of Sugarland and back by the Land Sunday afternoon. A seven-hundred mile plus drive through a large chunk of Texas.
Many sights and images. The jillion two-story sub-division homes around Houston, the densely build close-in city section, the empty sugar cane fields on the southwestern outskirts patiently awaiting the future visit of dozer and concrete truck.
The many, many people seemingly all dressed for week-end casual—shorts and flops. A Friday night high school six-man foot ball game. We lost.
An expensive meal at Nino's with an old grade-school friend, one who I may not see again. A double entendre there, we met many, many years ago and we are both kinda old.
Being the first of October the weather was cool and driving with the windows down while cruising the H-Town brought back memories of a long lost past. It's a good thing that it's lost, I certainly don't want it back.
The good Lord looked after me then and kept me from an early grave.
I lived there from the Fall of '62 through the Spring of '63. The town was full of opportunities and pitfalls. I sampled some of the latter and mostly missed out on the former. The opportunities are of course still there.
Many forks in the road and wondering about those missed turns in my life. But, no runny-nose today please, you are here, you are now. Live!
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