One of my writing buddies is in the middle of a road trip, and I’m jealous. I love a road trip. Just me and the endless road stretching ahead. Cooler filled with drinks. Snacks. Why is it that eating junk food in the car is so much fun? Maybe that’s why I enjoy the ride. I’ve made the drive between California and Texas more times than I can count, and now that I live in Las Vegas, I still do the drive occasionally.

Her trip brought to mind one I made in 2005. It changed my perception of men from Texas. Be patient. The story is coming.