All those years when I hung my hat in Dallas / Fort Worth, I told myself the best way to drive across West Texas was at night. I mean, what’s there to see in that godforsaken country? It’s flatter than a pancake and smells like Hereford feed lots. So, I’d leave the newspaper after knocking off around midnight or 1 a.m. and point the Red Beast northwest, hitting Amarillo around dawn. It’s funny how leaving Texas makes you smarter. Now a New Mexico resident, I’m driving south, down U
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