I spent some time with my cousin, Greg, and his family in Texas. He is one of my cousins who is quite a bit younger than I am so we never spent a lot of time together. I am old enough to be his mom actually, if I was a teenage mom.
They treated me to a delicious steak, I mean, we are in Texas! That was fine by me, I enjoy steak. We drove by ‘Southfork Ranch’ on the way back to their house. It was dark and rainy, so I really couldn’t see much. But I watched Dallas back in the day, so it was pretty cool.
We sat and talked for a couple of hours, and it was nice. Our family, in general, are not traveling folks. Most are deeply rooted in Central PA. That’s fine for them, but many don’t understand those of us who like to get out and see more. And we can’t explain it, that’s just how a few of us are, so it was fun to talk with someone else who has the same attitude.
I saw a familiar sign when looking for gas. I thought, wow, a Turkey Hill far from home . . .
. . . not quite! I wonder if they are corporately related?
“To awaken quite alone in a strange town is one of the pleasantest sensations in the world.” – Freya Stark