Friday, August 19, 2005
Pitiful in Pecos
I now truly understand a phrase I have used carelessly all my life: the middle of nowhere. A wide street with equally wide concrete and paver sidewalks that promise so much and deliver mostly empty lots. No cell phone service, no dial-up, no working vending machines in the Motel 6, nothing but a Wal-Mart surrounded by a host of boarded up businesses.
The desk clerk is sweet and sends encouragement to Cindy Sheehan with a wistful, "I wish I could go with you." A good ole boy we chat with tells us about a knife fight in Barstow and warns us things are different here in Texas. There are bugs in the beds.
We learn in a phone call from home that Cindy Sheehan left Crawford. Apparently, calls can get in, but none can go out. CNN news runs a brief headline on her departure and then a whole segment of Scott Petersen's ex-girlfriend being interviewed about whether she thought he was a born killer.
We are bummed out. I spend two hours futzing with access numbers and trying to get a premium service dial-up number from sbc to no avail. We are not sure what to do. All we can decide is not to decide until tomorrow.
The desk clerk is sweet and sends encouragement to Cindy Sheehan with a wistful, "I wish I could go with you." A good ole boy we chat with tells us about a knife fight in Barstow and warns us things are different here in Texas. There are bugs in the beds.
We learn in a phone call from home that Cindy Sheehan left Crawford. Apparently, calls can get in, but none can go out. CNN news runs a brief headline on her departure and then a whole segment of Scott Petersen's ex-girlfriend being interviewed about whether she thought he was a born killer.
We are bummed out. I spend two hours futzing with access numbers and trying to get a premium service dial-up number from sbc to no avail. We are not sure what to do. All we can decide is not to decide until tomorrow.
