No Rest For The Wicked

 

No rest for the wicked? Does Hillary Clinton sleep at night? Good question, and as we ponder Bleach Bit, hammers, kill lists and horrific scenes from Anthony Weiner's laptop we have to admit it's been an exhausting day for the Compound Crew.

First up. Load the dog in the rig and drive down I35 to Dallas and Ma LSP's place. Settle hound at Dallas HQ and make sure the aged p. is sorted for lunch, she was. Then drive to a place called Keller in a Honda Civic. Keller, if you don't know it, is deep Metrosprawl, out in the wildlands of the Mid Cities. Venture forth at your peril.

We did, and arrived at a small dealership just off of 377 where we bought a car, a 2015 Honda Accord coupe. Lowish miles, black, nimble, and hopefully a good mileage car at a decent price and all of that, the guys at the shop were fun too and a pleasure to do business with. Nice, but while waiting for paperwork, we took a spin through the neighborhood,

Typically largish brickish homes interspersed with aprtment complexes and scenic strip malls. These often had rough-hewn stone arches surmounted by terracotta roofs with names like heritage.

"Just like Tuscany" I observed with dry venom. "Well that wasn't very nice." No, I admitted, sheepishly, it wasn't, "No room in heaven for that kind of thing, what?" Quite, and then we turned the corner into the largest HEB in the world ever.

Seriously, these people in Keller live high. I tell you, this place had everything. Spices, cheese, affordable meat, frozen goods, sushi made right on the spot and everything else. For all I know they may have sold chain mail and relics of the True Cross, but we didn't get that far. No, we checked out, ate the sushi in the shop's spacious BBQ joint and headed for Dallas via the dealership.

Car purchase complete and 377, 820, 121 and 114 complete we arrived back at Dallas HQ, mission accomplished and utterly exhausted. 

No rest for the wicked, you see,

LSP