Fitzgerald was a nervous werck as we drove from the flat, scorched plains of North Texas to the lush, Bayou wonderland of Houston. He sat, shaking like a leaf in autumn, on my lap the entire way there. And he didn't stop shaking until he bounded back in to our house on Dallas' rainy Labor Day.
We watched the Astros get assaulted by the Mets on Saturday, had some home-cookin' on Sunday after a visit to one of Dave's old buddies, Kenny, and his wife, Brooke, to see their newly minted baby boy. Fitgerald made friends with his cousin, Trinity, a female Jack Russel terrier, who chased the kid around the house, wrassled with him and then piled on top of the couch next to him.
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You knew I'd like this bit, didn't you: flat, scorched plains of North Texas to the lush, Bayou wonderland of Houston
I remember the first time I visited Houston, before we moved down from Dallas and my dad had his commuter apartment in Clear Lake, the palm trees on the I-45 took my breath away! And yes, the greenness, the morning sea mists! It all felt so exotic, so ... tropical, actually. He took us for a drive through Nassau, and the pastel gingerbread houses knocked my socks off, it felt even more tropical! And then when we looked at houses in the Woodlands, it took at least a year to stop gawking at the pine trees. (And also to stop getting lost coz they all looked the same.)
If that was me just coming from Dallas, can you imagine how someone from the desert southwest would feel???
You know, visiting Houston gave me a new appreciation for what the word "drought" really means. The neighborhood that my parents live in was surrounde by three completely full ponds, flush with geese and fish, yet there was a sign giving notice to all residents that the area was in a "Water Conservation Period."
Well, in Dallas, folks are trying to keep unnaturally green lawns whilst drying up Lake Lavon, the areas only water source. They are reluctant to change the timers on their automatic sprinkler systems. Interesting paradigm just a few hours away.
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