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I'm on the road for work again this week. This time For Texas Sweep Part Deux. I used to live in Dallas and couldn't wait to leave. Having to come back twice is not at the top of my happy list. Fortunately, I'm traveling with two colleagues that keep things light and pretty fun. However, last night in Waco, we had an experience that shook us up pretty bad.
After dinner, we decided to get a few beers. In the midst of silly Texas teasing and redneck jokes, we opened the door of the rental car and heard a loud pop like a backfire from some rusty pickup. I was about to comment on how timely the backfire was, when we saw a guy across the street unload a shotgun into the door of an apartment. We popped back into the car and scooted out the back driveway. Here is the link to this morning papers story.
Over a few huge 24 ouncers of Shiner Bock at a bar/restaurant near the hotel, the three of us couldn't agree on the details about the shooter, the number of shots, whether he ran or walked away, not even what he was shooting at. We figured we would only confuse matters if we tried to tell the story.
Some more evidence on why I don't like it here. Yee Ha!
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