One of the things that I love to talk about in Houston is traffic. (NO, not Traffic, the band – you know The Low Spark of High Heeled Boys, but that does bring up an interesting aside. I live in Peru for a summer when I was 18 years old – and one of the very few English language albums I had was this Traffic one. I also had The White Album by The Beatles. SO if I ever hear While My Guitar Gently Weeps I am immediately transported back to San Juan, Peru – where I was working six days a week for S/.100 per day) and what I can’t figure out about Houston traffic is “Where are all those people going? Why don’t they just stay home?”
More later.
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