Fort Worth’s Jacksboro Highway was one of those
places my parents forbid me to go when I
was in high school. It was lined with
beer joints, dance halls, and other hangouts for ne’re-do-wells. Of course,
that only lent force to its attraction. However, one time was enough; my
girlfriends and I decided that there was nothing attractive about either the
drunks stumbling from the bars, or the scary, poorly lit side streets. Farther
out of Fort Worth, in the little town of Lake Worth, there was a place I wish I
had gone.
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