1. Listen. I’m notorious for my inability to read a map. I know it’s hard. So I can almost understand how someone misread a map and labeled two stores in far North Dallas as being in a wet area, thus allowing them to sell alcohol. However. It’s not like no one has ever talked about this before. I’m thinking even I could figure this one out.
2. I like the way this guy thinks. First, he uses a toy gun to commit a robbery. Second, he’s cool that the pharmacist only gives him two bottles of hydrocodone. (Call me greedy, but if I’m doing a robbery, I’m going to expect more.) Third, when he’s confronted by the manager, he offers splitting the haul. Of course, in the end, he’s arrested. But still. He seems like a good guy.
3. I am going to leave you this Thursday morning with this: a story about a group of classmates from Woodrow Wilson’s 1969 class who took a mom of a fallen Vietnam soldier to view her son’s name on the Vietnam Memorial. It’s such a sweet story of a mom and a group of friends who never forgot the young soldier, who died 40 years ago.
