When Vicki and I drove into Texas the first thing we noticed were silky smooth roads. Then we saw Texas flags flying high and wide over every ranch and farm; many restaurants, some businesses and houses displayed the Lone Star flag blessing the wide blue skys; monstrous Texas flew proudfully over every car dealership. Cowboy hats and boots were everywhere. Sometimes we saw spurs attached to those boots. (We avoided the Interstates.)

And, of course, wide enthusiastic smiles, spakling eyes and a robust “howdy” greeted us everywhere. I could give numerous examples of Texas friendliness except that it takes me many minutes to write a sentence on this blasted iPad.

We may live in Virginia but our hearts throb in Texas beat by beat.