It's official "I'm not in Kansas Anymore" now that I've attended just one small portion of the Houston Livestock Show and Rodeo, I'm quite confident that I'm in a strange land indeed. Not that its strange, it's just strange to me. I didn't see any "livestock" at all, most probably because I attended a private corporate party during the three day Barbecue contest.

Yes, the folks here in Texas take their meat very seriously. Lots of beer, booze and scantly clad women handing out free liquor pretty much sums up the event which took place against a cacophony of live music emanating from each temporary tent.

There's not much news value to this post I realize that, however I had a great time at the event and realized being a Texan holds far deeper meaning than just owning that wide brim hat. I suppose the hat is just a symbol of an attitude of pride, confidence and in your face presence.So, am I off to buy a pickup truck? Not likely anytime soon. But I understand it all just a little more.

I'd say "may hat is off to the folks who know how to have a good time." Oh, I forgot, I don't have a hat. Until next time.