tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6732812286476665747.post8769584518921868652..comments2024-02-18T07:48:00.866-06:00Comments on Crimes, Criminals, and the Cops Who Chase Them: T.J. Flournoy – A Texas SheriffLarry Wattshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11286644849607299645noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6732812286476665747.post-3653621206886174002017-11-16T20:58:20.577-06:002017-11-16T20:58:20.577-06:00I met Sherriff Jim in LaGrange. He was a quiet ea...I met Sherriff Jim in LaGrange. He was a quiet easy talking gentleman. I saw the madam of the chicken ranch. She was short and wore nothing but black with lace. No way the two were romantically involved. They were only personally involved because of life in LaGrange - nothing more.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13517023047677549900noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6732812286476665747.post-90606944266331651932013-09-30T09:37:20.854-05:002013-09-30T09:37:20.854-05:00Shenanigans in high places isn't surprising, o...Shenanigans in high places isn't surprising, of course. The possible hotline between the sheriff and the Chicken Ranch, however, strikes me as a big arrogant, and a slap in the face of public tolerance. But, as you suggested, things were a whole lot different back then. thomasrizzohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00762315714546553945noreply@blogger.com