On August 13, 2016, we'd been back in Texas for less than two weeks. It had not been a happy return - my wife hated the house we rented & we were unaccustomed to the heat - the high on August 13, 2016 (which was also a Saturday) was 95 degrees. We had gotten into the habit of waking early to walk the dogs before the heat became too punishing - & the concrete too hot for their delicate paws.
But one thing I noticed - even more than in Kentucky - was the gun culture. Not only would I see more people carrying guns - you know, in holsters, on their belts - but there were constant threats of gun violence, like the one above, taken on this day in 2016 - it's trying to be cutesy, but it's actually terrifying. "We don't call 911." Not even if someone in the house is having a health emergency? You just shoot them?
We were both hopeful things would work out in Texas. I was hoping to help a little with my mother, who was still living alone. My wife was hoping she'd enjoy her new department. We both were glad to leave Kentucky, a place which we enjoyed living in but was, you know, Kentucky. We were willing to try. & to be fair, we gave it almost three years. Fort Worth did not deserve three years of my life.
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