Favorite places

Have ya ever had a favorite place? Someplace where you "could live" kind of a place. Ya really gotta travel round the country to find such places, but then again it could be right across the street. No I ain't talk'n bout a little spot down by a babbl'n brook or nuttin like that. I'm talk'n cities and towns, maybe a whole state. I've found a few places like that.

Everybody know that old Billy Bob ain't no "yankee" per se, although I were borned in Missouri many many years ago. My travels are in the I-10 to I-20 corridor what keeps me south most the time. Before I retired, I happened through  New Orleans on a few visits to Ga. My God, loved the place. So, N'Orleans is one my favorite places. Well maybe not N'Orleans as a whole, but the French Quarter. The French Quarter is like the Grand Canyon is to the west....ya just gotta go see it.

My first trip to Ca. in "Alice" in 2002, went right through Deming, New Mexico. There weren't no other choice but to go through Deming....that where they built I-10, right through the middle of town. I says to my first mate Vickie Lynn..."damn, I like this place". Went explor'n an' look'n at stuff. Camped out on the old "Birchfield and Piepmeier" ranches south of Deming. This was ranch land....cowboy country. This was Pancho Villa territory back in the early 1900's. It was hostile Indian territory before that. Little did I know in 2002, "that one day I would come back to Deming and plant myself there. No, not to live there permanently, but as a homebase for my travels. It worked out well for my trips to Calif. and my yearly trips to Texas and beyond. The high winds of this desert community finally blowed me out of town last year.

Now I'm back in Texas. What's my favorite place in Texas? Cain't rightly say I have a favorite Texas hideaway. Been all over the State an' ain't fount that "perfect" place....although, there is plenty of choices. For a while I thought Port Aransas was a "perfect" place....mild winters, excellent fish'n, wild bikini clad wimmins on the beach, moderate liv'n expenses....you know what I'm talk'n bout. So I made it my homebase for a few years after I retired. Still have a bank account and  post office box there, but things changed. What was once a quaint little fishing village, is now a metropolis of condos, souvenir shops and tourist traps. All the charm of yesteryear is gone.

Ain't had me no leg cramps last night....yee haa. But I did have me up a freak'n nightmare what waked me up in a cold sweat. I had the same nightmare one other time....well, almost the same, not long ago. I survived all the fight'n, shoot'n, get'n throwed off'n a train, run'ed over by a herd of cows, Indians shoot'n arrows, wild wimmins an' stuff like that. I don't think I like nightmares very much. Makes me wonder if someone is try'n to tell me something.

How bout that Super Bowl yesterday? I were expect'n to see snow, rain, sleet an' hail....mud. But shoot, it look like they was play'n in a house or a garage.....or something like that. That ain't American. Didn't watch it anyhows. Had it been outside where ya supposed to play football, I might have watch it. The sports world is turn'n into a bunch of "sissy boys". Ya sure don't see golf games played in "da house".

Ok, gotta figger out what I gonna do today. Decisions, decisions, decisions......