Flew to Amarillo this morning for a meeting. Amarillo is spanish for yellow, by the way. After the meeting, we drove the two hours south to Lubbock.

Everyone should view the scenery of the High Plains of West Texas at least one time in their lives. The rolling plains, broken only by the occasional windmill, the skyscraping grain elevator, or the herd of cattle surround you as far as the eye can see. This is big sky country. And, the dust…and the wind…and the lack of water…only the tough can survive this type of climate. It is visually stunning. I just regret not being able to bring my camera.

(from the web)
And, now I’m sitting in a hotel room in Lubbock…sick…

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