We enter from the northeast and drain out the south central. From top
to bottom, it all looks alike. Sorta flat. Nondescript. Quiet.
We drop into north central Texas and wham! It gets louder. "BOOT
KICKIN' BOOTS," "Western Saddlery," "TEXAS RIBS," "Texas Joes," "TEXAS
It's the billboards.
Not a single sign in Oklahoma dances with me. In Texas, they leap,
twirl, stomp and even dosado.
I like a swingin' place.