In the season of vacations and road trips, I headed out of town with three girlfriends last weekend to the little town of Waco, TX. 

Waco is a small enough town, that you don’t actually fly into it.  You fly into a neighboring larger town, Dallas/Fort Worth or Austin, and then you drive more than an hour to Waco.  It’s a town that’s held the prominent Baylor University since 1886.  And it’s the town still clouded by the shadows of the 51 day stand-off between a cult and the U.S. government ending in tragedy in the spring of 1993.