Dallas redux
[ur=http://www.skyhighairlines.com/>Sky High Airlines looks like my ticket out of Dallas, weather permitting.I concluded Sunday afternoon – after one of the best naps ever – in front of the game on TV. How about them Cowboys? Yee-haw. Or something.
The Cowboys wouldn’t be much of a big deal to me, except, I was in Dallas, and more than one person I know considers the Cowboys more important than religion. Might even be a religion, for all I know. Winning is good.
More meetings await Monday morning, then I’m, under a freakish set of circumstances, riding on the same plane as Ma Wetzel, back to Austin. However, she disdains my trailer lifestyle and will not be staying overnight. Not with me and the cat, anyway.
Plus, according to her, my neighbors are “weird.”
While the folks were gone, I arrived back at their domicile, let myself in, and headed to the backyard to finish off a cigar. I’ve got this one “Arturo Fuente 8-5-8” that’s been traveling in my carry-on for months now. Figured it was a good time to put that guy to rest.
And I remembered why I like that specific brand and model number, it’s that good. Even when it’s a little stale from having been every where.
Dallas is such a strange place. Weather’s been great, and the State Fair is happening – but I was trying to play it low-key. Not Loki.