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There were a lot of things on Jeffrey Wright’s mind that Texas afternoon, but dying wasn’t one of them.
It was the first week of January, with memories of New Year’s Eve still fresh, and temperatures along the Gulf of Mexico had soared clear into the 70s. But over the weekend, winter bit back hard. Houston had plunged nearly to the freezing point, barely eking out a high of 40 degrees on Sunday.
Now, on Monday, January 13, 2003, that unusual burst of Arctic air had passed, and as Jeffrey Wright drove his large blue pickup truck home, Houston was beginning to heat back