Excerpt from “APRIL 18”

Published September 2, 2015

Gone to the Dogs – In Search of the Best Ballpark Hotdog by Tom Lohr

Excerpt from “APRIL 18”:

Between the greater DFW area and Midland Texas is a whole bunch of nothing.
Perhaps the area’s saving grace is that the speed limit is on the upper end
of the safety scale and makes the ride pass more quickly. I love Texas; I just don’t
love driving across its wide expanse. After I cleared the DFW area the night of the
Frisco game, I set my sights on the nearest rest stop that would have me clear of
the area’s notorious rush-hour traffic when I arose the next morning. My GPS, in
all of its wisdom, found a rest area about twenty miles west of Fort Worth. Unfortunately,
it was only for big rigs. Another thirty or so miles, and I settled in for the
night at a regular rest stop.

To date, I had tried posting some requests on the couchsurfing web site. I thought
someone would surely welcome a wayward traveler on a hot dog pilgrimage, but
perhaps they thought that particular quest was a little too on the far side—no one
in either Houston or Arlington had responded to my passive post about seeking a
couch/floor/bed/cot in those cities. I was beginning to get a complex. I would have
to try a different strategy soon. As much as I was becoming accustomed to the cozy
interior of my RAV4, there is something to be said about having a shower before
you hit the sack.