CliffNotes: Herr Fernseher speaks.
Spending three days at War Games Convention last weekend meant I’ve just had a tough week playing catch up in my personal life. Was it worth it? Absolutely.
This morning has been a long, gradual climb up Highway 287 to Amarillo. The hum of the tires and the hiss of the maxed AC resolve into a hypnotic, reverie-inducing chord. The hundreds of miles of flat asphalt I’m crossing contrast sharply with the rounded curves of the Texas Hill Country I skirted last weekend. Then, I bummed around Austin: urbane Texas with a west coast vibe. Today, I sought succor at a “Safety Rest Stop” riddled with rattlers…… watched my son play on grounds shared with snakes.
As we drive up out of the lowlands, the temperature seems to be dropping. The humidity certainly is. At 11 a.m. it is not even 90 degrees, and it feels great outside. If the sun is behind a cloud. Or you’re in the shade and the breeze picks up. It is still summer in Texas after all. Moving further down the highway and up onto the Llano Estacado, the arguments over the perfect AC setting begin, made worse by the fact that “3” on the blower switch no longer works.
