You're thinking winter, in Texas, some kind of joke? No, it's not, especially when it's so rare. That in mind, the Compound woke up to an icy wonderland and it only seemed right to go for a stroll through the freezing crystalline whiteness of it all. Call it a recce patrol if you like.
Very few cars or trucks, snow compacted into ice, a biting westerly wind, wind chill in the minus something, Meth Shack now refurbed as an Hispanic worker dorm, Pick 'n Steal standing but shut because cold, Brookshire's remarkably open. I walked in, just to get out of the biting cold.
Then back to the Compound via the Narnia streets and boulevards of this once prosperous little town now, tragically, turned to ICE. That in mind, Walmart was like a riot scene in Minneapolis without the riot, just excited crews of Mexicans wondering at the emptiness of it all and looking for bargains. Fair play.
Now we're in the midst of roasting a chicken, affordable, and listening to Ella Fitzgerald. Life is good.
Cheers,
LSP
