Originally published 16 years ago on a now-extinct blog, I remembered this today and read it out loud to my wife, who’s been weepy all morning as a result. It’s a sad story, in other words, a trip back in time to when I was barely 12 years old in darkest West Texas and really, [...]
The tableful of troopers watched us while we had a nervous meal and tried not to look back. When we were finished, I was last to pay and saw the state cops laugh, then two of them got up and started walking to the door.
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