I consider myself to be as much a representative of a true Texan as anybody I know, but I have to confess to one shortcoming: I just don't get the gun culture, and I don't think I ever will. That's not to say that I don't like shooting. I was Deadeye Dick at my CHL class, scoring 236 out of a possible 250 with a borrowed Glock. But I don't own a gun and have no plans to get one. I know that the vast majority of gun owners are people just like me, but my experience in my CHL class confirmed once again that there is a small segment of gun enthusists who are some of the most paranoid people I have ever encountered. They are absolutely certain that a government agent will knock on their door at any moment and seize their private arsenal. If someone handed me a flier that declared, "Get your guns & Head to San Antonio," I would probably get in my car and head for Dallas as fast as I could.
Day 1 They’d made the nine-hour trek from Dallas to elope. We’d driven in from Austin, a mere eight hours away, to detox from city life.
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