There are cities where the night life is just waking up in the early morning hours. There are places in the country where the stars burn magically bright.
Then there is the place where after your late night plane leaves two hours later on a Sunday night/ Monday morning and you are just happy that the cabs came to the airport within 15 minutes and there was a bed in the hotel room. That is Dallas.
July 21, 2008 at 9:08 am |
That is Zen in the Big D, buddy. That’s a great thing.
July 24, 2008 at 9:45 am |
Some would argue that there is no Zen in Dallas. It is too sterile.