Johnson City, Texas, birthplace of Lyndon Johnson. We wonder whether they changed the name.
west texas (for 400 miles!!!!!) We started to see signs for a junction ahead. As the miles clicked down on each sign, in the boredom of the hypnotically flat landscape, we actually were looking forward to what this junction was going to be...
uh oh.
Texas State Flower: The Plastic Bag
To break the monotony, we got off interstate 10 almost every time there was a business route exit, hoping that the towns would break the west Texas spell.
We found...dairy queen.
I tried to explain that dairy Queen was a special place for kids, and Texans, but Renaud was suspicious. He added, "Texas is bigger than France, but with nussing in eet!!!"
We're not joking!!!!
Renaud offered me a pill....
To celebrate Johnny Cash's birthday!!!!
But it didn't help. Plus it was these enormous daytime cold pills that we bought on a business route.
We stopped at this colorful place, as it had Van Gogh and anti-Bush propaganda outside. A sheriff eyed us suspiciously as we entered.
Inside were several hundred Van Gogh knockoffs, as well as some Van Gogh-like paintings, and some used shoes and VHS tapes.
