The Eagle has Landed. .

I’m subleasing a fully furnished place for the summer and everything is great except for these f’ing birds. They make more noise then a Mexican at a soccer game, and they’ll undoubtedly shit all over my car. I’ve only been Waco a couple hours and I’m already premeditating murder.

Went to Crickets for dinner with my father and the Buffalo chicken sandwich was a good selection. For all you connoisseurs of fine Waco cuisine, it paired nicely with a pyramid Hef. and French fries. As an added bonus, our cute waitress offered to show me around town. I know she just wanted a larger gratuity, which of course I forced my father to give; but a boy can dream.

The future is looking bright. Tomorrow I might take my father to the zoo, or Dr. Pepper Museum if he’s lucky. After that, maybe play golf and check out the Texas Rangers Hall of Fame.

Swanburg Out