On our drive we saw flocks of migrating birds and a field of white birds. It was hilly in west; flat and flooded in the east. We learned that whooping and sandhill cranes combine to migrate. And that the cottonfields back home were not about a mile from Texarkana.
We turned on the TV for the first time in Marion to watch the Super Bowl. Sort of. It was on, though we weren’t paying much attention, because it sucked. I forgot how much I don’t like TV.