This week I got a chance to drive through parts of northwest Texas. It wasn't the way I had planned to see the sights. I had to make a return trip to Denver for the rest of my things the movers I hired didn't bring.
My sweet sister made the trip with me. We had a great time catching up on the way back in the Penske truck.
We stayed the night in Amarillo. It was a windy evening when we arrived. We could smell the stock yards in the air. We both got a chuckle remembering what my dad used to say about that smell.
"That's the smell of money, kids," he'd say.
We also thought about Dad when we drove through Lubbock and saw all the crops on the side of the highway, the irrigation systems parked idle on the side. So much rain had fallen. Dad would have been jealous to see all those wet fields.
It's great to be back in an area that reminds me so much of growing up. My dad grew cotton and raised cattle on our farm in northwest Louisiana. He passed away five and half years ago and now my brother is farming and raising cattle on the same land.
I know Dad would be thrilled that I'm here in the Big Country!
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