Quick update; we're in Dallas making the most of Paul Wunderlich's extrordinary graciousness. I'm struck again and again by how lucky we are to know so many wonderful people.
Last night we went out with Nichole, Scott and Rodger to a local upscale-downscale hotspot -- Dukes "Original Roadhouse" (which seemed a little new to be all that original, but whatever), populated by America's winners. It was actually a pretty good scene. There were a gang of consultants in training playing a cup-flipping battle-of-the-sexes drinking game. We got hit by two guerilla marketing teams; one a Marlboro man giving out free zippos in return for a scan of your ID, the other a few kids being paid to go out and talk up the Texas Rangers. The baseball team, not the elite law enforcement unit. The Shiner Bock flowed and everyone was young and affluent, beautiful and laughing. We're having grand fun in Texas.
Today we re-orged the truck and declared total war on the stankiness that has infested it over the past month. This struggle is far from over, but we've struck another blow for freedom and justice, though the whole operation may have lowered the neighbors property values a bit. C'est la vie.
We'll be here in Big D another night, and then it's off to Little Rock, Memphis, Nashville, and the Great Smokey Mountains. Always more to come.
