We left Amarillo sad to leave our
friends behind, but in good spirits. Then we hit Clarendon, Texas.
Friends, I want to tell you about the town of Clarendon, Texas where this happened there. They got
three stop signs, two police officers, and one police car. And that
police car will not hesitate to pull you over if you fail to notice
where the highway goes from 70 to 55 to 35 before immediately
shooting back up to 55 then 70 again in the span of half a mile. So I
slowed down to 50 but never saw the sign for when it goes down to 35.
So $215 later and my unsuccessful pleading turned into a whole lot of
unfavorable comparisons to farm animals. Well, one farm animal
really. This is Pen Pen getting a great idea for a Sammy Hagar / NWA
mash-up.
A cloud of dispirited silence hung over
the rest of the drive to Dallas. The silence occasionally punctuated
by sentences that start with “and another thing about cops...”
But we got to the venue and there was a pretty decent crowd there.
Opening Bell Coffee does a songwriter night on Mondays, and the
host's daughter was playing a set and had brought a lot of her
friends out. She opened and had a killer voice. She told me she was
applying to schools in New York for musical theatre with an
embarrassed chuckle. “Funny,” I said, “I write musicals in
real life.” We got along great after that. Joshua, Holly, me, Pen
Pen, Joshua's friend Shannon and Holly's friends Tara and Patty
headed to In-N-Out Burger for veggie burgers after the show because Opening Bell is the
only coffee shop venue in America that doesn't comp performers food
and screw that. My moral compass makes less sense the harder you
think about it, so it's best not to think about the fact that I took
a stand against pay-to-play at an otherwise nice locally owned
business by eating GMO at a chain fast food place... This is Pen Pen
feeling slightly less bad when he discovered that In-N-Out employees
get a living wage and benefits.
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