STL DPB EN ROUTE, DEEP IN THE HEART OF TEXAS

Off again on our umteenth trip to Costa Rica. The immigration agents smile when they see all those stamps in our passports. We fly American, overnighting in a hub to get a mid-morning flight down. This time it's at the enormous Dallas-Ft. Worth International Airport. The people here are not shy about their culture.               

STL DPB STOPS IN TEXAS AND GETS OUT QUICKLY

Greetings from beautiful Dallas-Ft. Worth International Airport, where we are overnighting on our way to more scenic climes. We are not exactly Texas people although, to be fair, the political and social situation isn't any better than Missouri although the climate is even worse and the scale is way bigger. Flying out this morning to one of our favorite places.         

STL DPB ON THE ROAD - TEXANS AND VISITORS

Toto, I don't think we're in Greenwich Village anymore. And, I think I found my new profile picture.

Taken at the Texas State Fair.           

STL DPB ON THE ROAD AGAIN - DALLAS

So here we are in Texas, alien territory to me. This is what you see when you walk off a plane at Gate C2 at Dallas - Ft. Worth International Airport. Hope the American Airlines captain gets her next flight. 

Our hotel is in what passes for downtown in this big city. It's spread out. A plaza just outside the door has this sculpture of Pegasus. It was the logo of Mobil Oil, which became Exxon-Mobil, which became a mountain of fraud and deceit. Bottom, what we see while waiting for an elevator back to the lobby, with the convention center sprawled out beneath us.

Lone Star Attitude

Yup, deep in the heart of Texas. Go to downtown Dallas wearing bull horns and cow ears. Eat a cheeseburger. No one will notice anything amiss.

On south today. Paradise awaits.