A guilty pleasure about being far away from home is when meeting a stranger who learns you're from Texas, but they're not sure where reality lands on a scale from 'John Wayne' to 'backyard oil derricks'. I'll usually confirm that indeed we do ride our horses to school (but that's only Tuesdays and Thursdays), and we have different sets of matched 6-shooters for fancydress, for play, and for... well... shooting. They realize some of that isn't a joke when I flip out glamour photos of my single-action revolvers.
But #HelloFrom Dallas, where part of our downtown has laid out life-size statues in tribute of our cattle drive economy. The wear marks marring the bronze of most longhorn backs proves that either the tourists think humans ride cows rather than horses, or us Texans are more than mere generations separated from our roughstock heritage. - 8 hours ago