Won't Someone Stop this Train?

It's always the little things that make me realize I'm not in Kansas (er...New York) anymore. Like this train that runs through the busiest street in McAllen everyday and stops traffic for upwards of fifteen minutes at a time in front of the restaurant. The freight trains remind me of those old Westerns where people have high noon duels and drink whiskey at saloons. Also, that and Water for Elephants. (I can't wait for that movie either!) Maybe it's just because I"m in Texas...

Lacking patience with for almost everything else, Texans are not the outrageous drivers I'm accustomed to in Manhattan. In fact, they're quite the opposite. They're slow and doting and infuriating when I'm in a rush. Khanster has mentioned that in order to get anywhere, one must drive like a New Yorker. This, however, is at a cost. You freak out the other drivers, but they always give you the right of way. I like it.

Also, for those of you counting (or just me), 26 days till I'm back in New York!!! AH!