Howdy, Pardner. I’m actually on vacation (or as much of a vacation as I ever get/take). In this instance, I’m taking the Apple of My Eye (a.k.a.: my 12-year-old daughter) to Six Flags over Texas, the amusement park of my youth. Growing up in Shreveport, Six Flags was just a hop, skip and a jump over to Arlington via Hwy. 80 (and later, I-20) for us, unlike some forbidden treasure like Disneyland or, dare I say, Disney World.
