I love old cities.
buzz. ring.
ring. buzz.
My friend Amanda picked up: Hey, Jo. What’s up?
Me: Hey. so. um. If I don’t call you back in half an hour, call me. Ok?
Amanda, laughing: What are you doing? Are you about to go down a dark alley?
Me: Well, it’s broad daylight here, but yeah, something like that. Sorta.
Amanda, not laughing: O. K. Don’t get killed.
Me: I’ll let you know. Call you later.
beep.
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This is not how I usually do things. I’m a planner. I’m not really so much of a risk taker. I had called the taxi company. I had made a plan. But everything is bigger in Texas. Apparently they mean it.
The evening had started off innocently enough. I was in Dallas for a conference and I wanted a little down time. I needed to get outside the hotel, which was also the conference center, which was also the restaurant, which was also the gym. When I travel, I look up two things: arts events and baseball games.
Dallas has a vibrant scene in both quarters. That night I was headed to the Texas Rangers game. I have been to about a dozen Major League ballparks and they are usually pretty easy to get at.
Dallas and Fort Worth are like two cities connected by an 18-mile length of barbell pipe called I-30. Along this same section runs the TRE light rail. About halfway between (in the middle of a giant parking lot), is a train station that is only about three miles from the ballpark. That is as close as one can get on public transit. From there I had planned to call for a taxi and I had checked with the dispatcher and this would be easy, quick, and should only cost me $17.
I was told my taxi would arrive in about ten minutes. About two minutes later I received a text message saying that
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