SOMEWHERE IN TEXAS
Here I am, traveling to the Women Writing the West Conference in Albuquerque. That calls for us to drive through Texas, my favorite state with the exception of my home state of Arkansas.
Why do I really, really like Texas? Well, I have to admit it’s first of all the sexy cowboys. They are so polite, and they tip their hats, smile and call me Ma’am. I’ve heard lots of women object to being called Ma’am, but me, being from the South, know it’s a title of respect, and I for one like it, along with Hon, but best of all is Darlin’. When a sexy cowboy crooks his grin and calls a woman Darlin’, well, he’s on the way to a satisfactory day, or night, as the case might be.
The second reason I like Texas is Willie, Waylon and David Allen Coe, who produce some of the best country music around, which I enjoy immensely. Third, of course, is the state contains a little bit of every type of scenery. With the exception of Rocky-type mountains, there’s Palo Duro Canyon, there are the hills, the flatlands, and the pine forests. All in one state.
Finally, it’s the state’s history. Heroes like Davy Crocket and the rest of the courageous men who defended the Alamo, the men who fought to make Texas the largest state in the Union, till those upstarts from way up North came along. But we all love Alaska, too, don’t we? I’m not looking to insult or anger anyone here.
There are a couple of things that annoy me, though. One is the wind. Hubby got wound up in a rug going into the motel as an unexpected gust whipped it around him. If someone hadn’t come to his rescue he’d probably have been tossed off toward Kansas. My hair looks like I’ve stuck my finger in an electric socket and I’ve had to add an anchor to the walker to keep it grounded. All the trees here lean away from the constant southwest winds.
Somewhere in Texas we met Barbara who works at a Love’s Station. A great gal who was able to visit with us during her break. She agreed with me that the best thing about Texas is its sexy cowboys, then went back to flirting with my hubby. Guess she wanted one in reserve in case a cowboy didn’t work out.
We drove on the famous Route 66 for a spell as it ran alongside Interstate 40. I saw myself as a child in our 1941 Ford traveling West on that route. At night my dad parked right alongside the highway. My brother and I slept in the car and Mother and Daddy slept on foldable cots under a tarp stretched from the tops of the doors to the ground. Try that today.
Too bad I couldn’t talk one of those cowboys into posing for a photo. Maybe next time.
Tomorrow we’ll go into New Mexico, which is also a beautiful state. Do you have a favorite state and why?