Old El Paso

Tomorrow morning I am leaving on a short business trip to El Paso. No offense to all of my friends from Texas, but I don't like El Paso. I don't know why anyone would live there on purpose. Okay, so it holds some less than happy memories for me.
In August of 1966 I was drafted into the Army and I took my basic training at Ft. Bliss, Texas, which is in El Paso. That's right, basic training, in August, in El Paso! During those eight weeks we were allowed to leave the base once. I took a city bus to UTEP and watched a college football game. I have NO use for Juarez, Mexico!!! Never have, never will. I didn't lose anything there and I have NO reason go to that cess pool (Okay Driller, tell us how you really feel).
After my eight weeks of basic training, I was sent to radio school...in Ft. Huachuca, Arizona, another border town with even less to do for entertainment than El Paso. After sixteen weeks in the desert, Viet Nam was starting to look pretty good.
Fortunately, this trip is just an overnighter. I can handle that. If I were going to have to stay a week, I'd send some one else.