7 May 2005
Texas is Big. Really Big. I never really saw this before until I saw one of the mini-Coopers here scooting down the freeway amongst a set of minivans, trucks and SUV’s. Toilets (bathrooms, in American English) with closets inside the room, and lifts (elevators) that can house a small army.
Yes, and big in more than just real estate. I’ve never seen so many apple-shaped people before working in the business district. (That one little blonde writer whose column is wedged in The Metro would have a field day here.) I’m certain they were always there but I never thought much of it. I can’t help but get a devilish grin, thinking of how some of these folks would manage a daily commute on the Northern Line to Canary Wharf.
All those stairs and walking (and squeezing into a sardine-can of fellow commuters on the train).
Makes me want to keep up my 40 minutes of walking per day (20 mins to work and 20 back) that I had been doing in London.