In our effort to make the best of a rapidly deteriorating vacation, we decided to spend the Saturday of our unplanned layover, roaming around Dallas. First we hit the big mall, where the only bright spot to potentially lost baggage was the potential opportunity to buy a new vacation wardrobe. Afraid of mall hair, but not of mall food, we grabbed a bite of barbecue and bad mac and cheese at Dickey's. Award winning action photo:
Shortly after this shot, a kid dumped a slice of half-eaten pizza down my back, which he apparently mistook for a trash can.
Dallas has many unique qualities, among them, a going-out-of-business Bible Outlet clearance sale. I'm not sure which is more sad - that there are discount Bibles, or that the store selling them went out of business. Stupid predatory consumers wielding their powers of capitalism. 
Moving on from retail therapy, we located the Grassy Knoll on our $9/day bargain GPS, and went to visit the location of JFK's assassination. This is the Book Depository. The window out of which the shot(s?) were fired is six floors up, still open...
Don't know which is THE grassy knoll...
And again, capitalism at its finest...
After touring the museum and visiting the sites, we rounded the corner to find a unique, yet entertaining pairing of signs. Dick's Last Resort meets Hooters. I couldn't have said it more eloquently myself.
Shortly after this shot, a kid dumped a slice of half-eaten pizza down my back, which he apparently mistook for a trash can.
Dallas has many unique qualities, among them, a going-out-of-business Bible Outlet clearance sale. I'm not sure which is more sad - that there are discount Bibles, or that the store selling them went out of business. Stupid predatory consumers wielding their powers of capitalism.
Moving on from retail therapy, we located the Grassy Knoll on our $9/day bargain GPS, and went to visit the location of JFK's assassination. This is the Book Depository. The window out of which the shot(s?) were fired is six floors up, still open...
The road of the motorcade, and an "X" which marks the spot of the first bullet.
Don't know which is THE grassy knoll...
And again, capitalism at its finest...
After touring the museum and visiting the sites, we rounded the corner to find a unique, yet entertaining pairing of signs. Dick's Last Resort meets Hooters. I couldn't have said it more eloquently myself.
And after roaming the City, we consulted our GPS for points of interest, which suggested, interestingly enough, the Cockroach Hall of Fame (four down). What is it with the bugs?