It's a sunny Sunday morning here in the Big D, so me and my Garmin set out to scope out the new digs of our soon to be X-President.
An odd place for him to land ... it's not the finest part of town, although the houses are big and rich looking in a 1963 kind of way ... Bushie's new digs are on a quiet cul-de-sac.
I saw two of the neighbors in the yard, raking leaves. Maybe it was my projection, but I imagined they were none too happy about the flurry of activity at the house across the street....
There was a contractor's truck, an electrician's truck, a plumber's van, and a cadre of scurrying workmen. Apparently, if you are W Bush, contractors work on SUNDAY.
I am trying to decide a way to welcome the Bushes to Dallas ... in a way that doesn't land me in jail.
My current idea is a musical horn for my pickup truck. I am taking nominations and votes for the tunes I will play as I drive nearby every morning at 3 am.
Please vote for the song-horn I should buy ... or give more musical ideas in the comments. Thanks for your help!