Down the Western lane.

October 31, Amarillo.

Smells like Circus Chimera, feels like Circus Chimera, but hopefully business here won't be like Circus Chimera's. Adios beautiful Kelly Miller-style lots, well-tended city parks and the more than occasional playground, here come the scrawny, dusty, spiky grass lots so trademark of Chimera they should have copyrighted their use. And we've gone from sub-freezing temperatures to near-A.C. weather in two days. No wonder everybody's got a cold. Again des enfants sages comme des images all along the trip, even though they woke up at nine this time. True traveling circus kids they are.
Another big jump, and the most boring, longest highway in the world, highway 287 in the Texas panhandle, and Texas means radio desert (between religious radio and country radio the choice is yours) and that in turn means I got to brush up on my Doors (gave up on my Bob Dylan's, cassette's older than me, too many road trips and showing it) and take a trip down memory lane with pretty boy Lloyd Cole and his Commotions, the perfect idol for the neurotic post-adolescent circa 1986.
When you're strange...