9 years ago
On Tour with Rick Dyer and his Bigfoot through Texas
Things got weird, as they so often do, in a Walmart parking lot. Amarillo has three such behemoths, and on a bright, noticeably warm February day, seven of us had gathered at the 42nd Avenue store. The group—a small gaggle including some state and local media types—was packed into an enclosed cargo trailer parked at the far edge of the lot’s constellation of lampposts, that twilight zone where none but runaways, criminals, and budget travelers dare...
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