Somewhere I Have Never Travelled
The night was muggy. A heaviness hung in the air that wasn't typical to Fort Worth, but the humidity must have followed me here. It was Saturday night, the city was abuzz. And as I walked down the sidewalk I observed the passerby's. Memories of my college years washed over me… seeing plays at the Bass, private shows at McDavid studio, eating lobster at The Chop House, staying at the Worthington Renaissance Hotel, outings with my sorority sisters, pizza and drinks at Uno's, parties at the Flying Saucer. But I wasn't in town to stroll down memory lane. I was here to get away. So far my efforts were failing. It may have been a five hour drive to get here, but every stress, every worry, every fear, had followed me here. I came for a distraction, but had yet to find it. Which is exactly why I was making my way towards a nondescript bar with a rich lounge feel. A sweet melodic sound emanated from the live band and floated through the relaxed atmosphere. Th...