Texas

"Picket Fences"

Here Is Where I Grew Up. Here's the big picture. The place in a nut shell. What we're all about in this cosmopolitan Cowtown. It's where we come from and where we're headed. To cattle hands, we'll always be the last big stop on the Chisholm Trail. And to folks in West Texas, we're the nearest place where Skyscrapers outnumber Oil Derricks. To the rest of the world, we're usually a complete surprise. About a hundred years ago, a clever newspaperman called Fort Worth the place "Where the West begins." That still fits. We're smack in the middle of the country. And we've got a little sand from both coasts in our craw. Now If We Could Git Rid Of Them Damn Liberal Long Haired Weed Puffing Hippies... Well... We Could All Sleep At Night. (snicker) Don't say we didn't warn you.

I was Born In West Texas. Could Have Lived There Forever. Except For One Thing. IT'S A DESERT! THERE IS NOTHING THERE! LET'S PLAY "SPOT THE TREE"! NADA... NOTHING... ZIP... ZILCH... NOPE... NEGATORY! (I wonder why we moved... duh!) Is Kinda Pretty To Look At Though. (Pretty... Pronounced "purddy".)

Oh Yes,... There Is Another Little Town To The East. Click Below For