Good morning readers.
I’m not going to furnish you with an image. I’m not even going to regale you with all the tales came into my mind as the cats and I travelled across west Texas. We talked it out, mainly in loud meowws and decided there was a lot worthy of remaining unsaid until the dust settles a bit.
We’re in Andrews, Texas, after spending the night in a WalMart parking lot in Midland. Took the Andrews Highway out of Midland after daybreak because the cats couldn’t wait to get back on the road. Strangely, the Andrews Highway out of Midland doesn’t go to Andrews. Goes spang to wossname, Odessa, instead.
So the cats and I asked a guy pulled into a gas station with a truck carrying a large piece of machinery I didn’t know what was and he cleared the matter up.
This trip is beginning to feel a bit like Travels with Charlie if wossname Ernest Hemingway’d written it instead of John Steinway and three cats instead of a dog.
The S key on this thing is being a Communist, but it’s only to be expected.
More later. Stay tuned.