Jack and Lee 11

Well, I knew that my choice of city was going to adversely affect that city.

Whenever you murder the President, that city is going to take the brunt.

Which city could absorb that pain?  Which city would care?

Do you see what aim talking about?

I needed a city that was a little rogue.

Sure, all cities have an attitude, and they are proud of it.

Rudyard Kipling said about Chicago: “I have struck a city – a real city – and they call it Chicago… I urgently desire never to see it again. It is inhabited by savages.”

Chicagoans are proud of that.

But that’s not exactly what I’m talking about.

I needed a city where the prevailing sentiment is rogue, where the leadership is rogue.

The people of Chicago or Miami may have attitude problems but they are not necessarily rogue.

These are older cities, but they were too close to the mainstream thought of the establishment.

No, I needed something different.

Dallas was different.  It didn’t even exist until 1856.

It was relatively disconnected, its leadership was stinking rich, super conservative and desirous of being in control.

Dallas was perfect.

And I had old contacts there and in neighboring areas from the wayback.

Here were some of my notes on Dallas that I sketched out.

  • Settled by John Neely Bryan in 1839.
  • Incorporated as a city on 2/2/1856.
  • Named after VP George Dallas from Philadelphia – disputed.
  • Climate:  Humid, subtropical, prone to extreme weather, sits in Tornado alley.  37 to 57 in the winter; 77 to 97 in the summer.
  • Economy: Farming, ranching, cotton, oil and gas.

More important than all of that though were the different ethnic groups which I could enlist to help me- not that I would tell them I was doing.

Dallas was a good mix of people.  Plenty of WASPS, plenty of Jews, plenty of White Russians.

Oh, yes, blacks and bigots too.

They would all be useful to me.

I’m not a collaborator, my friend.  I’m it.  I am the shop.

Some people love the interplay of ideas – brainstorming I think is a word people use today.


Forget it.

I’ll call the shots.




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This is a work of fiction based upon real events.


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