Driving to the metrosprawl down the kamikaze Corridor of Fame, I35, is never fun but sometimes you have to do it. For example, perhaps you have to get presents for people, the kind of gifts you can’t get at Walmart or the pawns.
So I took life in my hands, climbed in the rig and drove to Dallas on a quest for gifts. That meant a bookshop.
North Park mall, insane traffic, a return to HQ and placing the carefully chosen items under the tree. I thought it looked good, Christmas style.
There also seemed to be a lot of presents this year, far more than usual. Why is that? The answer’s obvious, there’s a new sheriff in town. More gifts for everyone in…