Ramona and I are going to Texas for the weekend, and I’m making a list of things to grab when I get home. Thus far, I’ve included socks, toothbrush and passport.
It really is a different world.
But I’m looking forward to seeing those folks down there. They may not be right – and they may be a little thick – but they’re straightforward, which is commendable.
Ramona doesn’t really like red meat, but I’m going to have a big steak down there. If I get a chance, I’m going to eat BEVO
The president of the United States of America is from Texas, and I hope I don't run into him while I'm down there.