and that place is outside. Seriously, anything with more than three legs had better be pretty damn cute before it thinks about crawling in here.
Why should that matter? I was driving Grace down to Grandma Albertson’s, and that last stretch of MOPAC between 290 and William Cannon is almost complete. It used to be trees, as recently as six months ago. Trees and presumably small furry woodland creatures. And spiders. And snakes, and scorpions, and iguanas, and geckos, and gnats, and mosquitos, and leeches, and ticks, and who knows what else.
Oh, yes. I did claim to have a point, didn’t I?
My point is that all that crap was outside. Where it belonged. Where do you think all those things went to live now?
I’m damn glad I don’t live within a mile radius of that area. I’d have our exterminator on speed-dial.
Oh, and at least the fsck-heads that were appointed changed their minds for the fifth time and decided not to make that little stretch a toll road, ten years after the bonds to pay for it were approved and sold. But wait! There’s time for them to change their minds five or six more times before it opens, and countless times after it opens.
Let’s just rename that little bit of road to “Whimsi-toll Road”, and watch everyone veer around it (unless they’re from out of town, on their first trip to Austin).
