I drove to Texarkana earlier than usual to meet someone who needed a prescription I’d gotten filled for him. As I neared the city limits, the light flashed ‘empty’ on my dash. Perfect, now I needed gas in my car. Something I wait forever to do, not just on Sundays So, I exited at the next off-ramp, my exit anyway, to reach my toothache friend.

Across the street, as I sat at the light, a six-foot skinny, older gent with a limp walked across the top of the bridge as I waited to turn left. It ...