Cows, Trucks, and Trailers

Today was the road trip home to San Antonio along I-10 for about 180 miles.  Giddy up, y'all.  There's not a whole lot in between, except cows, trucks, and trailers.

Cows:

Trucks:

& Trailers:

Now doesn't that sound like a great Country & Western song?  There's no doubt in my mind that I could drop out of business school and score a smash hit song called, Cows, Trucks, & Trailers.  Yep, that's one of many 7-figure ideas that I'm going to leave on the table here for you.  Even though I could easily execute on this one, I'm not going to because it wouldn't make me happy.  There's a huge difference between success obtained that aligns with your convictions / affinities and something you just do for the money.  I'd be happier in poverty than I would be as a rich man who got there by doing something that he didn't believe in.  Even though I can come up with some hilarious lyrics to a C&W song (not fit for print here) I'm  going to let this idea pass. Ideas are cheap, and I'm going to hand out plenty of them.  The bottom line for me is I just don't like country music.  For some reason, it evokes images of lip hair, armpit smell, and genital warts.  I realize that's a pretty strong indictment, but please don't be offended or take it as a judgment.  It's just not my thing, that's all.  But I digress.  The real point of this post is to say that I'm going to try not to drive back and forth between Houston and San Antonio very often.

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[yasmín]

That's it. I'm amused now.