I don't think I've spent any real time here since college. Back in the mid 80's. Yes, I'm old; get over it.
Anyway, as we were driving in last night, we were in the middle of the biggest dust storm I've seen in my entire life. It was about 100 miles of solid dust. You couldn't see anything. Except for the tumbleweeds.
I swear, it looked like a migration. Every tumbleweed in west Texas wanted to get to the other side of the road. Just like the proverbial chicken. Why, you may ask? Because of the TORNADO FORCE winds, would be my guess.
It looked like a video game, a lot like Frogger. We're doing 70 miles an hour (yes, maybe too fast), and the tumbleweeds were trying to cross without getting killed. I had to stop myself from actually TRYING to hit them. I think we nailed about 1,000,000 of them. I swear, one of them was nearly as big as our car. Well, my car, not Ann's Sonata. My old one. Not the Santa Fe. The justy.
Yes, this is my old car. I LOVED that car. On demand 4 wheel drive (why would you want it ALL the time, right)? Good gas mileage. And I paid for it with a check. And the check didn't even bounce. I tried to find a picture of it that we took when I had it top of the septic mound in the snow, but couldn't find that picture.
I actually left the keys in it once, at Islip airport in NY. For 4 days. In the parking lot. The keys were hanging in the ignition. When I got back from my trip, it was still there. In NEW YORK! That's saying something. Those New Yorkers are an honest group of people.
Anyway, I digress. You would not believe the wind and dust. I think the new Sonata needs a paint job. And probably a new air filter.
Why anyone would live somewhere where is is a fairly normal occurrence is beyond me. So, the first part of the song "Happiness is Lubbock TX in my rear view mirror", I still agree with. Even after all these years, some things just don't change.