My old cousin Scott, I mean my oldest cousin, Scott, recently ceased overseeing the production of words at the Seattle Times. Apparently cousin Scott decided that this gave him a good opportunity to go on a long road trip all over the country. And blog about it. With no photos. Scott does paint a good word picture, though.
A couple days ago cousin Scott saw my parental units and brother and sister and their spouses in the Phoenix zone. Then he continued his way east. Apparently enjoying the scenery a lot. Til he hit Texas. That's part of what cousin Scott was not enjoying, in the photo. That photo was taken a bit west of Amarillo. It's flat. For miles. And miles. It's even flatter for even more miles if you go through West Texas east of El Paso.
Maybe it's something in our family genes, or maybe living so long in overly scenic Washington that makes us react to Texas the way we do.
Okay, now cousin Scott's description of Texas. Be warned, Scott does not believe in using capital letters. This makes reading his long paragraphs a bit more work than what one may be used to. Maybe this behavior is why Scott no longer oversees word production at the Seattle Times.
"across the state line in texas, oil derricks, big farms and ranches, cowboy boots and hats and a happy "join the NRA" sign replaced rock outcroppings and the beauty of the desert. boring. maybe tomorrow i should sneak up to oklahoma city and stand on a street corner downtown and tell everyone there what seattle thinks of the new sonics owner. maybe not. tomorrow: wichita falls to texarkana or however far into arkansas i get. it better not be boring..."
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