Probably one of the last undesirable trips I'll have to make, Thursday night I'll be staying in Del Rio, TX. I seem to remember going there in another life (pre-marraige, pre-AIDS) and discovering the best thing about the place was that it's right across the border from a liquor fueled slutfest atop a mountain that was named "Boys Town". There were different levels of mountain, and the higher you went up, the less welcome you were by the locals. Naturally the guys I was with just HAD to summit. I went along to provide them with moral support and the worst Spanish translation booze could buy.