May 13, 2023

Lubbock, Texas, Part 2.

So today I drove from Las Cruces, New Mexico to Lubbock, Texas. Storms have been scattered and mostly heavy rain for these parts. I have not seen lightning yet, let alone anything resembling a tornado.

I drove from El Paso to south of Lubbock along US Route 62. The speed limit is 75 in Texas and 70 in New Mexico. I crossed time zone lines and state lines several times. I just figured out what time it is.

Tonight I went out for a beer and a bite to eat.

The first place didn’t have food, so I found another place that did have food. That’s the photo in the entry from about an hour ago. The small live music feature (they weren’t really a band) sang some familiar songs in an unfamiliar way. The female vocalist bought me a shot of Jameson because I knew “Melt With You” was originally done by Modern English. Well, of course it was, I aced Gen X music studies.

I promptly choked on the Jameson, flushed it through my sinuses, and decided to call it a night.

Tomorrow I head up into Oklahoma.

Lubbock, Texas, Part 1.

One of the beautiful things about storm chasing through “flyover country” is that absolutely no one in this photo knows who I am. I have no issues with eating or drinking alone. As my kindergarten teacher pointed out, I’m a loner.

When I’m alone in a city I’ve never been to before I’m also uninhibited. A lack of inhibition is freeing.


I’m always impressed with the artistry coming out of the Australian studio at “SingItLive”. This week they covered a song we played at the very end of my time in Top 40 radio. I’ve always liked this song and SingItLive does a fantastic job with the track. Here’s their cover of “I’m Outta Love” by Anastasia.


Truman likes his routines and schedule. He’s probably taking after me when it comes having a set routine for the day; when I start work in the morning he sits on his cat tree in my office and expects pets, a few tosses of a Nerf ball, and then some treats. He’s down to a minimum number of treats when it’s time to dispense treats, so he doesn’t get to be too big.

After my first round of meetings I usually head upstairs to shave and take a shower, but not until I’ve cleaned out his litter box for the day and given him a couple of his Greenies treats on the small cat tree. If I waver from this activity it is noticed.

I wonder how he manages when the treat dispensing human is not home and instead he’s contending with his other Dad. I’m sure he’s purring away being happy.

It’s just me that he has wrapped around his little paw.