Maxims.

February 18, McAllen.

Ah, the maxims again.
Tonight's was: "Much effort, much prosperity. Euripides."
A useful ideal, but arguably remote if you happen to have been born, say, a girl in the slums of Bangladesh (or Congo, or Bolivia.)
We moved at night, presumably because, if I remember well from our Chimera days, traffic is horrible along highway 77/83 in this area.