Fred,
I'm a transplanted Texan, but a Texan none the less. I was born in Abilene, raised in west Texas until I was 18 ( the formable years). I now reside on the hillside of a sleepy little community that sets at the base of the Sierras. This piece of dirt we now call home, reminds me a lot of Texas... same bugs, same dirt, same varmits, same warm people. Most of my family is passed on now, I have a son who just returned from Iraq, the Texas blood runs proud wherever I lay my hat. Last thing, I had an Uncle who gave his life for the sake of freedom, he died in an old chaple in San Antonio in 1836... Colonel William Ward was his name and his blood continues to run in my son and I. Remember The Alamo!
Chris-
slithering