We arrive in Dallas and discover that America has serious problems.

We finally decide on the bus...and I make a really stupid joke. (Bell Hop. Bell, that is. And Hop.)

I think Greyhound is the best bet. Have I mentioned that I'm really stupid? Just making sure.

I thought it was such a good idea. Whoa. Was I wrong.

We meet Major the Bull, and I discuss Durham resident super-spy.

We enjoy lunch at the excellent Cafe Ferdosa...and consider the fabulous poet after whom the restaurant is named.

More adventures in Durham, and thoughts about how much I hate Daylight Savings Time.

About my friend in Ukraine, and what must be done.

Playing Dodge-em with semis in an underpowered car...is *not* fun.

We consider the doubtful joys of airport parking. And of the (shudder) TSA checkpoints.

And we’re off to Durham, N.C. to see our friend Vincent. He’s cool...and it is a happening place.

Our last day in Ft. Worth. We see the Great Cattle Plod and I meditate on Mono no aware.

We head for the Stock Yards of Fort Worth...complete with John Wayne.

We visit the Fort Worth Botanical Gardens...and meet the marvelous Kokedama Forest.

We have a lovely lunch at the 203 (where I mystify a sane person again), and then head for the Botanicals.

I provide a few wild and wooly videos. Complete with Giant Armadillos.

We head to our AirBnB...and things get complicated. (But, then, don’t they always?)

We see "The Drowning Pool," and I am terrified.

We explore the “urban oasis” of the Water Gardens...and it is a concrete wasteland.

We head for the Water Gardens in Ft. Worth, and realize why no one should ever go there. EVER.