Every Monday and Tuesday night I find myself driving down a certain stretch of I-10.
I-10...that beautiful tribute to frontierism and trade. A "no-frills" approach to traveling, this highway won't slow you down with pretty scenery or wildflowers. Even the gas stations and eateries know that you need to get back on the road, so they avoid delaying you with the temptations of comfort and sanitary restrooms.
Eagle Lake, Schulenberg, and Columbus, I know thee well.
Gonzalez, and Luling, you are my friends.
Frank's and Buc-Ees, what would I do without you?
Your urine soaked restrooms, smoke-laden hallways and grease-stained tile floors... Your fading lights in my rearview make a smile pierce my lips.
Where will you be this night, Mr. DPS patrolman?
But then there is Katy. Sweet effervescent Katy, with her Bass Pro Shop and Super-Sized Walmart, she calls out "almost home...another night almost over"
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1 comment:
there's something about just getting home after working/traveling. i have a 45 minute drive to and from work everyday. pulling into that driveway at the end of the day is one of the best parts of my day, its not that i don't like my job (which by the way, i do like my job, alot) but the fact that i don't have to worry about anything and i can just chill... i think that's the best part of it.
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