The Road To Texas - Going Home
August 21, 2006 Posted by Al Castle
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Tags: swords, texas, ufos
My visit to Texas was hopefully one of my last. I’ve got another one coming up and I’m preparing myself mentally for the ordeal. We traveled from Dallas to Austin, including such fine luxury locations in-between as Waco, Arlington, and a few others I’ve been fortunate enough to forget. I should mention that our route was not direct and included an out of the way trip to meet a very nice couple who shared their home and hospitality. That strawberry short cake was the best I’ve had.
At 103 degrees upon landing and nothing but barren land, with the exception of what the natives call “Hill Country”, I didn’t see much of anything to make me want to come back. We didn’t spend anytime in the cities with the exception of a few restaurants and a local shop in Austin. It was 106 at this point, the streets were littered with debris and a bum was sleeping next to our car. In fact there appeared to be quite a few homeless people. I’m sure people from Texas, or those who love Texas are thinking that I just didn’t get to the good parts and that may be true, but I can only report on my experiences.
In fact the pinnacle of the trip came on day three as we made the four hour trek back to the Dallas-Fort Worth airport. We met two complete mental cases at a gas station in the middle of nowhere. This lady who worked there kept 
trying to sell us a gigantic lock-blade knife, stating that it was on sale for $20 - today only. Tomorrow the price would be $19.95 plus tax. While I’m sure those who lived in the area would jump on such a fine savings, I repeated for the zillionth time that while I was very interested in the fine items she had for sale, including the $39.95 junior samurai set, carefully arranged above the domestic beer display. The TSA and Homeland Security have violated my constitutional rights to carry an obscenely large and profanely engraved melee weapon aboard a domestic flight.
Todd was foolish enough to humor the femaloid and handled the blade, to which I informed him it was most likely a murder weapon which now bears his prints. Another patron came in and while I was hiding behind the chip display overheard her telling this newcomer how the UFO’s kept moving things at night. She recently tested her theory the night before by making careful note of where she had placed an item, only to have it moved by morning. As the patron made his frantic escape, she called out after him asking if he wanted “the spirit to touch him”.
The only thing that comes to mind which can best describe the feeling of the location, the people, the very vibe of the place is if you have watched Rob Zombies movie House of 1,000 Corpses. I kid you not I thought it was about to get really weird.
The reason I went to Texas is another matter. I’m reserving judgment on that until after my next trip in a week or so. I will say that it was a pleasant structure I was at, which just happened to be in the wrong part of the country. It would have been more ideal in the Northwest.
