I got up this morning at 5:30 to catch a flight out to Lubbock. I spent the day there visiting my grandparents–ages 95 and 86. They’re both ailing and I wanted to see them before the summer ended. I’m about to catch my flight back to Tulsa.

I grew up in West Texas, out in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by tumbleweeds, pump jacks, and cotton fields. The green cotton fields I liked, except when I was hoeing them. There are also some great people who live in West Texas and oh yeah, there are some tremendous sunsets.

However, all it took was a day back there to remind me why I’m glad I don’t live there anymore. I was really blessed to be able to go from West Texas to Bellingham, Washington.  I’m blessed to be living in the Green Country of Northeast Oklahoma. Sometimes Tulsans complain about the scenery around Tulsa. All that does is tell me that they’ve never lived in West Texas.

Please, no hate mail from you wonderful West Texans out there. I grew up there and I know what I’m talking about. You’re great people, you just live in a very flat, scenery challenged place.