|"There's a medium-sized city in Texas where the violent crime rate is far below what you'd expect for a city of its size and mixed racial make-up. The extraordinary placidity of the people who live there has been traced to something in the water ... a natural trank of some kind."
--Stephen King, IT
Well, that explains why I haven't been able to bestir myself for another mammoth road trip lately. Oh, all right, I did fly to El Paso to spend Christmas with my folks. Played golf with the old man on Christmas Day, I did. What really struck me, flying in, was the great expanses of red soil laid out all over the city. I told my folks I didn't remember Mobile having that kind of earth. And they told me I was right. Seems with all the construction going on, they're importing Georgia clay for fill. Will wonders never cease.
This time, I'd like to break the cycle of issues alternating between ebullient spirits and rank depression. LITB2 now seems so awash in bitterness, I can't bear to look at it. (Judging from the proofreading, I felt that way at the time.)
Sheryl Birkhead: 5, 10
Brad Foster: 4
Alexis Gilliland: 12
Hank Heath: 1
Taral-, Cover, 2, 7
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