Is this the way to Amarillo?
Not quite, I'm afraid. More like the way to the dead end on the windy breakwater. And then back to the East Pier.
We don't care much about Amarillo, it is outside our county limits and we are law-abiding citizens.
The Big Nose Club didn't do just one but two piers this evening. A brisk walk and lively conversation. We've almost forgotten what it feels like to dip our sizable appendages into a creamy pint of stout. But that too doesn't bother us much. We are survivors. We have adapted to the New Normal.