Waco

The ol' broad and granddaughter #1 almost became a large greasy spot on I-35 outside of Austin. Evidently, actually looking before you change lanes is not a requirement for the driver of that black car. Since there was a big ol' semi on my left side, and the idjit was on my right, my PT would have been pancaked. I think that's the closest I've ever been to a major heart attack. Although, maybe not. We finally arrived in Waco. It's not so big it takes an hour to find the hotel, but when you call Priority Club....well, just don't do it! I ended up going in the opposite direction and had to turn around, after about 10 miles. YEESH! I lived in Waco until I was six. My dad was with the A.F. and they closed down the base here, so he got transferred to Virginia, Langley AFB actually. I nearly gave my granddaughter a stroke when I saw the school I attended for the first grade. She looked around, and said "Mom, (she calls me mom), you went to school in the ghetto?" Well, it wasn't a ghetto back then. It was a private church school. We drove a little further down the road, and it turns out that wasn't the ghetto, it was just semi ghetto. The school still has those red doors. Obviously, they have painted them recently, since they were seriously bright red. I remember having to wear a red beenie to church every day... I wonder if there was a connection. This place has changed so much, I doubt I'd be able to find our old house... but I'm thinking of making the effort. :) Mainly, to annoy my granddaughter. heh heh heh I remember we use to go to Dallas every weekend. When we'd come back, I always knew we were close to home when I saw the HUGE chicken. I think it marked a fried chicken place. My husband says it probably wasn't as big as I remember, but hey, I was 2-6 years old, it was HUGE! :) Sadly, it's not there anymore.