Even though my mind is distinctly elsewhere, my car and my body are right now in Ozona, Texas. Yep, the halfway point between Fort Stockton and nowhere. Directions to get there? Go to hell, make a left.
And yet I'm sitting in the parking lot of the Dairy Queen, composing this on my laptop and grabbing some of DQ's complimentary WiFi access. I took this digital shot moments ago, not long after checking my voice mail and tuning in to the Weather Channel on TracVision to see whether our next beach guest will be a Category 4 or a Category 5.
About ten years ago - the last time I thought driving across Texas would be a fun way to spend a semi-vacation - there was nothing out here. No cell phone range outside of the big cities. No WiFi. I don't even recall there being a Dairy Queen, though memory blinds me when it comes to hot dogs and ice cream served alongside each other. Maybe it's the insulin.
It's difficult to totally detach from work, particularly for the TCCers who carry Treos and laptops and Outlook-mandated lists of things to do. And even though I can't completely divorce myself from the online world while I'm out here in the very nucleus of the middle of nowhere, I'm not sure I'd ever want to go back to the way it was.
Or go back to Ozona. Well, unless the Dairy Queen is open.