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  • Another day in Dallas...

    Yes, this is where it all began. Conspiracy Theory Ground Zero. This picture is taken from the famous (infamous) Grassy Knoll in Dealey Plaza, Dallas. The black car in the picture is right where JFK's car was when the first shot struck him in the neck 49 years ago. I just had to come here after our meetings today and absorb the whole thing.

    The last time I was here (1994) there really wasn't time. Today, I toured all around the plaza, talked to the people hanging out ready and willing to tell me all about what happened that day, and where the other gunman was (right behind the spot where I took this shot from - easy to believe!) Then, I went into the Book Depository where Lee Harvey Oswald is supposed to have done the deed single-handedly from the 6th floor window. Sure he did! Must have been some kind of a boomerang bullet!

    Kathy is one of the biggest conspiracy theorists I know - not necessarily about this - about lots of things. She loves conspiracy theories. I think that is one of the things I love about her. I take so many things in life at face value - I might be one of the most gullible people I know. I need a conspiracy theorist to keep me honest. Coming here made me think of her.

    There's a Mary Kay Convention in town this week. You have no idea. It's major, large-scale invasion the likes of which I've never seen before. Women literally everywhere, just swarming the entire town, in large swarms. Women of every shape and type. Crazy stuff. I am about as far on the other end of any universe that includes something like Mary Kay it's not funny. I feel like a foreigner walking around here. But, it's not too hard on the eyes!

    My intern, who's a law student in his mid '40's, and I went out to eat at the House of Blues. As we waited to get seated, he saw that Darius Rucker, aka "Hootie" of Hootie and the Blowfish fame, was going to be playing in concert in the concert hall there that night. He started asking about tickets, but they were sold out. I had this feeling that our waitress was going to come through for him - she kept saying it was impossible, but there was a gleam in her eyes. As she brought our check, she pulled out a ticket for Rick. Someone gave it to her, and she couldn't go. She wouldn't even take anything for it. I told him to go have a blast.

    I walked back to the hotel, end of another day in Dallas, talking to Kathy on the phone about her day with Mom back in South Carolina. As I walked past Dealey Plaza, I smiled. Kathy's kinda place!
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