Saturday, February 23, 2008
Actually, I've grown accustomed to the little weekenders on commercial airlines, but hopping on a private plane and flying deep into the Heart of Texas and being home in time for dinner is not something I do every day.
I remember the first time I had that experience. In 1984, I flew to Charleston, South Carolina and back on a charter to cover a football game. When my work was finished, I pulled out a map and shook my head in wonder at the distance I had traveled in a day. It was a foreign concept to me that I woke up in my bed, went that far and came back in time to sleep in my bed again. There's still a little of that left in me.
I went to Ft. Worth and spent some time inside Radio Shack's building. I met a lot of new people and actually ran into a lady who used to work in local television. She was the primary anchor at the local ABC too many years ago to comprehend. We know a lot of the same people and spent a significant amount of time reminiscing.
I had lunch in Dowtown Ft. Worth. With all due respect to George Strait, it's a place that had never really crossed my mind. It's really nice. I enjoyed myself. If this project I'm working on takes off, I'll probably be going back a few times. I'm really looking forward to it.
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