My discovery for today: Wichita Falls, Texas, has a good Greek restaurant (run by a Greek family), called the Hibiscus Cafe. Go there, have an order of spanokopita, and thank me later. And tell Mary I said “hi.”
Anyway, other than that it was an uneventful drive from Santa Fe to Wichita Falls. Seven hours with a break for lunch. We listened to Barrayar by Lois McMaster Bujold during the drive. The weather was, thankfully, nice. Downright sunny for the most part, so it was an easy drive.
Once again at the Texas border there was a sign that bid us welcome and urged us to “drive friendly – the Texas way.” Drivers were notably friendlier, if friendly is read as a tendency to sit in the left lane even if not passing. And pulling through non-existent gaps in traffic.
There is also notably more Jesus in Texas. Including a semi that had JESUS along the entire length of its trailer. It sure was a thing.
Anyway, a couple non-driving related long reads that I’ve devoted a lot of time to tonight. Both are utterly appalling in their own special way: