So here I am.
Smack dab in the middle of Texas.
Watching buzzards eat roadkill and storm clouds rise up out of a clear blue sky.
Finding out that “y’all” is a pretty useful word and grits taste better with sugar.
Learning that grilling outside is not the same as BBQ and hatch chile season is something to look forward to.
Discovering that queso is its own food group and Buc-ees has the cleanest restrooms in the world.
Okay, maybe those last two shouldn’t go together, but y’all know what I mean.
Pass the BBQ.
roboclow 