This guy's cracking me up.
I still recall with misty eyes that beautiful night in 1990, when my wife, dog and I crossed the border from New Meico back into Texas, as we moved back home from Southern California. California was fun, but it was not the place I wanted to spend the rest of my life.
The range of scenery, culture and opportunity that is Texas is unmatched. if it cannot be done here, it cannot be done (OK, one exception- snow skiing. But you can do that in those parts of New Mexico and Colorado which used
to be in Texas).
If our wide-bodied friend is bitter at having been laid off, well, accept my condolences; you're hardly alone. But ease up on the rhetoric, because if you're wanting to compare states, buddy, take a long, hard look at Blythe. Or Fontana. Or my personal favorite, Hawthorne, the only place I have ever been to where the KFC passed your food to you through bulletproof barriers.
I loved California when I was there, loved my neighborhood in Fullerton (though people from NB
or Irvine turned up their noses and sniffed about it- one actually said, "Isn't is DIRTY there"?). Love SFO
, love Napa Valley, stared in awe at the sequoiahs, will surely visit again and have fun all over again.
Then go back home to Texas, and say, "Ahh."
...three miles from BRONS, clear for the ILS one five approach...