I’m driving down a dirt road by my house when the phone rings. I pick it up and a voice with a strong Texas accent says, “can you meet me in Mountainair in an hour?” It was unmistakably Outlaw Paul. I said, “sure man, where do you want me to meet you?” “Meet me at the drugstore in the center of town.” “Sure Paul no problem, what’s this about?” I replied. “Just meet me at the drugstore” he snapped back before hanging up the phone.
I couldn’t figure out what this was about, and I wasn’t sure that I wasn’t in trouble for one thing or another. When I got to the drugstore, Outlaw Paul was having a chocolate malt at the counter. When he seen me come in, he had the biggest smile, and when I sat down on the stool next to him, he pushed this book and tools over to me and said, “here you go man, now you have a rice burner starter kit.” Gotta love old Outlaw Paul.