The Quiet P0ur

Somewhere Between Here and Texas I decided a while back to give the planes a break. Not forever. Just for now. I needed the ground under me while I was moving the kind of travel where you can watch the landscape actually change instead of just appearing somewhere new after a few hours and a bag of pretzels. So I booked a FlixBus. Settled into my seat. Got myself a good Coca-Cola cold, the way it’s supposed to be and a bag of chips, and I let the highway do what highways do. There’s something about long-distance bus travel that puts you in a particular kind of thinking mood. The road is steady. The scenery shifts slow. Nobody needs anything from you. Your phone is in your hand and you’re either sleeping, scrolling, or in my case deep in trial coverage with your notes app open and your Coke sweating in your cup holder. That’s where I was when I started putting together what I’m about to tell you. Because while I was riding through the flat stretches heading toward Texas, I was catching u...