Texas
- raychowkwanyun
- Aug 8, 2018
- 1 min read
©Raymond Chowkwanyun 2018. All Rights Reserved
Texas. Where a 150 is jus' a runaround for the lil' lady.
Nepalese T-shirt saleslady.
End of an institution. Sad.
Beautiful JC. With her cornflower blue eyes and yellow hair, the purtiest Waffle Lady I ever did see. Feeds strays.
This wreck turned the freeway into a parking lot. I got off the freeway using the on-ramp (the smokies didn't mind), turned in to the Waffle Lot and met JC. I still think about her. Obviously. Such a sweet character.
Goofy.
Best seller. Every sale boosts the economy and helps Trump. Ironic much?
Graduate slaves slaving away of a Sunday. As one advisor asked, "What does Sunday mean to you?"
Indecently happy. Something is terribly wrong if a slave is this happy. Who is the advisor responsible? Oh wait ....
Sartorial elegance. What the well-dressed slave is wearing this season. Beau Brummel eat your heart out.
See what I mean? Once you leave the city behind, the Bible Belt begins. Lot lizards, huh?
Texas Train outside Amarillo. It's a baby compared to the monster in the siding.
It's good to be back in Big Sky Country.
Yikes! Those 18 Wheeleers are yuuuuuge.
Hell's Geezers tracing Route 66.
Nothing says Rebel Without a Clue like a Winnebago.
Hell's Geezers set off in the teeth of a driving rainstorm. No stopping them..
