Maybe it’s morbid curosity since I’m retired and very rarely have to venture out before 9:30 or 10:00 am. Maybe I keep hoping I’ll see a flying car taking off on a feeder road on one of Houston’s freeways. Maybe I’m hoping to see a hero pull a kid from a burning school bus. Or maybe it’s something else.

Maybe something named Jennifer Reyna:

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