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Each year Samantha and I would watch the magic of Texas summer pass by through the windshield of her grandfather's Ford Ranger. The truck was appropriately named Danger for his dated safety features.
We would pick a swimming hole or sandlot, roll down the windows and tune the radio to the first country station we found.
On one of our last drives into the Hill Country we stopped to memorialize these times. Danger and Samantha have since gone their separate ways from each other and Austin, but these days remain as some of my favorites.
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