This is the view from our $37 hotel in Vegas.
This is a mall in Oklahoma (I think).
This is my Texas Longhorn, who I’d like to name Burl, but Kevin says Mearle or Earl is better. He came from Six Flags Over Texas, where it is hotter than the surface of the sun.
Kevin had a little Squirt.
Here’s a tank on the road somewhere in Texas.
and saw such highway exit signs as “Cotton Plant,” saw one billboard that read “Discount Wig Supply,” and another that advertised diamond-encrusted cosmetic dentistry (for when you need to display your bling in your fake gold [or silver, for the thrifty bling enthusiast] tooth), and finally hunkered down in a Holiday Inn next to the airport where the windows of the rooms opened not to the outside, but to the interior of the hotel. We had a grand view of the conference room.
P.S., Little Rock was a disaster.
Never getting out of the car.
and I truly wish I hadn’t.
Gas station wine from Virginia.
Kevin consumes a cheesesteak.
