We were fortunate enough to run into Ace just outside of Dallas on our way back from shooting in Waco. Two days of production in the hot Texan left us a little thirsty, so we stopped by a filling station to grab some cold beverages. That's when we crossed paths with this gem of a man, named "Ace". When we pulled up, he was sitting in his wheelchair outside the door greeting us with old country favorites. He played covers. He played originals. He gave us two albums and we listened to them both. All fifty songs.
Thanks for the good times, Ace. You made us like Texas a little bit more.