Okay, trask, I know that you're an SRV fan, so here's a story for you:
The year is 1983. My buds and I leave Austin TX bound for ski country CO in a Datsun B210 that we conned a classmate to rent (we did not have a credit card of our own). The bong is passed 'round as we break the city limits. Commander Rob is at the helm, so all is well. The first miles slip by, and for what seems an eternity, we race past the exits for Wacko Waco. Suddenly on the radio, we hear fresh guitar licks that are unmistakably Stevie Ray's;...but what's this? It's David Bowie, singing "Let's Dance," while SRV wails on his old Telecaster in the background. We make a solemn oath to buy the album as soon as we return to Austin...
Finally, famished, I announce that I've gotta eat, and we exit the interstate for a munch break. We queue up at McDougal's for burgers, and I say to my buddies Goddamn that Waco lasted forever and who the fuck would ever want to live there...and one of them says kinda sheepishly to me "Well, Rob, maybe one of these fine people would..." I look up and see this old guy glaring at me with his Stetson and cateye glasses on, and it dawns on me that we are still in Waco...
Rob