I hope I can get back to Lubbock some day, if for no other reason than the J & J barbecue, a mom and pop place downtown where literally mom and literally pop serve up sliced beef and hot links.
I am suffering a bit of pain from what I suspect, based on a past experience, to be the first portion of the descent of a kidney stone, and yet I am in a very good mood. Tonight we watched The Story of GI Joe,the movie about Ernie Pyle, and I found myself intrigued again with the story of the "ordinary joe". Burgess Meredith as a younger man was quite interesting.
I forget sometimes how fortunate I am to live the life I live. Things like this war stuff seem so remote, until I think of the people in war zones around the world, or my uncle who was shot down twice over Italy. Ernie Pyle's story also interests me--perhaps I should read up on him.
This weekend I must work a bit, unless my Friday is amazingly productive. I'm eager to enjoy the weekend nonetheless. I notice that I have more business travel than usual slated in the next few weeks. Not a terrible burden, but many trips west. A week from Saturday, though, two nephews come into town for a fishing trip, so I'm far from all work and no play.
As I drove to the airport this morning, a huge great blue heron flew across the highway, far above me, heading someplace.