“Observations,” is what I experienced this past weekend. The old saying,”Go West Young Man, Go West,” is really true. I was traveling East. Had to go see my new grand-puppies. I really needed a dose of “Puppy Breath!” I pull over for fast traffic, and not one going Eastward, gave a sign of gratitude. NO ONE. At first I thought it was my Rebel bumper stickers, but after deliberating on that thought of rudeness, I decided, “NO!”
When I travel Westward and pull over for traffic, I get a wave of thanks or a blink of lights, almost 90% of the time. Then I compared store personnel courtesy from Fredericksburg to Austin and that of Brady to San Angelo. The West won hands down. Even the greeters in Wal-Mart are friendlier than those in the East lane.
So, there you have a first hand observation of the East and West. Believe me, I'd really rather go WEST! But, sometimes you’ve just got to look over the rudeness when you need a dose of puppy breath. No, Z didn’t go East. He thinks Art is as far East as anyone needs to go.
P.S. Never think you’re the only pebble on the beach, as there’s always a little rock in Arkansas. As in the Texas Long Horns, it was a sand storm in Lubbock!