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  • You don't expect to come to Dallas and meet the kind of people that I have met here so far. I decided to take the cheap $3.00 train from the airport to the hotel, even though it required two shuttles and an hour wait, a total of two hours to get there, as opposed to the quicker 35 - 50 dollar airport shuttle option. I am always a taxpayer first, and do all I can to limit my personal costs when I travel. Ah, but my way, you wind up meeting the most interesting people!

    I met a fabulous poet waiting for the train at the airport. I loved hearing his perspective on America, Texas, politics, citizenship, writing, and life in general - all topics we covered over the course of our 35 minutes or so time together. Our discussion began over a Hawk, of all things! "What kind of a hawk is that", he asked me, pointing to the sky where a beautiful hawk flew high above us. "I don't know, but it's Texas, so it's a big one. Seems that everything in Texas is larger than life!"

    I wonder if he remembered that when, as we parted, after I had told him all about Cowbird and he assured me he planned to look it up, I mentioned that my handle on here is "Hawkeye Pete B."

    His name was David Chorlton, and from what I've read of his stuff, he's good. Even better than his poetry, though, was his story. Born in Austria, raised in England, married to a Phoenix, Arizona native, always balked at the idea of citizenship, and just a most fascinating perspective on everything under the sun. I hope he checks Cowbird out, and stays for awhile. I feel like he belongs here. I half expected him to tell me he's already here, but he hadn't heard of it before.

    I have yet to have that experience of a chance encounter with a fellow cowbirder. But, I just know that it will happen one of these days.

    I said goodbye to David at Union Station in Dallas, he bound for Texarkana, me bound for a week in Dallas.

    Later this evening, after a walkabout town, as is my wont in any new city - I am the walking man that James Taylor sang about - I had another delightful encounter with a group of Cambodian Monks - really - right here in the heart of Dallas - and offered to take a picture of all of them. They then insisted on taking a picture of me with them.

    A perfect end to an interesting day in Dallas. Who said interesting things don't happen in Texas? Come to Dallas to meet interesting poets and Cambodian Monks.

    I felt most blessed!
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