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Jet Fuel and Traffic Lines Pulling Up to the (United) Signs

I’m heading off in the morning to the Lone Star State. I used to travel ALL THE TIME. Routine was being on the road for work. Being home was the exception. Work was a great escape from the time I was 26. Learned a ton. Developed an effective (albeit a bit fake) business persona. Sometimes it just feels like acting. I don’t like to be that serious all the time. But, like Marcia Brady, I proved to myself that I could do what it takes to be accepted as a Frontier Scout. Then I learned I really didn’t want to be a Frontier Scout. I wanted to be happy. So I decided to put down more roots in Chicago and get a real life. I started playing the guitar, playing softball, and being a friend who was reliable in person, not just over the long-distance phone lines or e-mail. So I’m especially torn to be leaving right now. But toughing this one out will clear the way for a great summer. And hopefully I’ll be putting in enough hours that it flies by. I’ll miss y’all. Text me.

While in Texas, I hope to visit The National Cowgirl Museum and Hall of Fame in Fort Worth, so if I do nothing else fun, that will be worth it. Please let me know if you have any suggestions for Dallas.

I’ll be blogging from the road…looking forward to posting pictures of the southland in the springtime…

[Indigo Girls lyrics = 54]

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