May 13, 2023

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.

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.