Visiting Dallas: brief psychological thoughts

I was just in Dallas, and other than being in the northbound lanes of I-35, never was in the Lancaster city limits. Nonetheless, it felt like I was picking at an old, partially-healed scab in some way by coming back to the Metroplex fairly soon after moving. (Yes, I can be introspective.) And, while in both classical music and art, I took in a fair amount of what the Metroplex had to offer, I realized that, even on a journalist’s pay, I may have been a bit too frugal at times. That, though, is water under the bridge, I think.