The Retreat came to an end and it was time to leave the gun free Jesuit Compound and head for Dallas. I won’t comment on the spiritual benefits of the retreat, which were great, but I’m forced to reflect on the journey back to the Metrosprawl.
Those of you who have traveled along I35E towards the gleaming Ozlike towers of the ‘sprawl and arrived, unharmed, at your destination have done a remarkable thing. You have gazed upon the face of Hell, and lived.
Seriously, it was insane driving, a 20+ miles slalom through massive construction at 80 mph. No lane markers, no signalling, just devil take the hindmost and hell for leather. Mad Max springs to mind. But there is a benefit.
You get to see a city being built before your very eyes. There’s something remarkable about that but please, civic planners, design the city for people not cars. That’s what I say and I’m sticking to it.