Around 8:30 the next morning, I got a call from Ramon saying the van was ready to go. It seems he had worked the night

The collected travelogues of William C. Early: architect, artist, traveler, and observer. Bill’s artwork is shown.
An Odyssey Into
The Wild And Wonderful West,
Or,
If You Can’t Stand The Heat,
Get Outta’ Dallas
Around 8:30 the next morning, I got a call from Ramon saying the van was ready to go. It seems he had worked the night
It was a Bad Day at Black Rock the next morning. When I tried starting Ol’ Blue, I could tell the carburetor wasn’t getting any
It was time for a short August getaway trip like an evacuee escaping the torrid temperatures of North Texas. I entertained thoughts about stopping by
I meandered through Decatur to the town square to again look in awe at the magnificent edifice. I was recalling the crap-shooter’s old saw: “Gimme
It was on down the road to Lubbock, and the little old spare was holding up just fine so far. I called the Thompsons from
When I got to Raton, I checked the odometer, and sure enough, I was right on about the circuitous miles. I drove south on I-25