Texas

There was a time in my life – actually a few times – when I refused to drive through Texas. Way back when I was driving around the country with my partner, we were malevolently introduced to the “Sundown Laws” by menacing white men. We both tried to appear nonplused but later vowed to leave Texas asap and never return.

I relented decades later and only zoomed through on I40, the Texas Panhandle, when Route 66 was replaced. I’d make sure I filled up before entering Texas, refusing to spend a penny in that state.

And then came our war against Iraq and bush became president (not in that order), I didn’t even take I40 then. Finally a few years ago I decided to venture through Texas, both on I20 and I10.

Today I’ll head south on 87 through Bridge City so I can indulge in my daily routines of treadmill (when it’s too cold or too hot for fast walking outside) at the Y, library moments, and checking out reduced produce at Kroger or Safeway.

If it’s still below 40 degrees, I might seek out a Goodwill or thrift shop.