Last night, 10-year old says to me, "What city is Pitt's bowl game in?" which was just the perfect setup.
My eyes lit up, and I said "Alexa! Play a Marty Robbins song for us!" and away we went to West Texas, and Rose's Cantina.
My wife rolled her eyes and groaned, but laughed a little when I danced with the 2-year old and 7-year old.
"You're not going, are you?"
"Hell no, it's across the Rio Grande from one of the most dangerous cities on earth!"
But it's a good and respectable bowl, and I've marked off my work calendar for the afternoon of the 30th. And I'll listen to Marty Robbins' version, and The Dead's version, 100x in the next 3-ish weeks. Great way to break up the Christmas tunes.
"Wild as the west Texas winnnnnnnnnnnnnnnd!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
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