And another Houston chapter done, a meandering talk with a friend named Jacob that segues into what it was like to be a Jewish boy in Texas in the early 60's, when good "Christian" people had no problem referring to Jews as Christ-killers, especially since so many were helping in the civil Rights Movement in the South, at the time.
Feeling a bit brain dead...and Brendan's contemplating tomorrow's journey.
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