Don't mess with Texas
Or, "It's a big place...hope you brought your walkin' boots, son!"

You know when you set foot on Texas soil that you're in a completely different world. Please check your weapons at the door before leaving. Thank you!

Everything in Texas is done on a big scale. Big hair! Big cars! Big roads!	Not only are the roads big, they have a lot of them all in one place!	Sometimes they even stack them 4 or 5 deep!
There's even a world underneath the ones on the bottom. It's like anything could happen.	Nothing but steep concrete embankments. What could possibly go on under here?	Ah. Camping! Of course!
This is as close as I got to Austin, home of music in Texas.	Texas is so big, they even do their street signs in a grand manner.	Don't mess with Texas. You heard me. Yeah you. Quit messing with Texas. Are you listening?
Even the local beer is big.	Even though the Denny's signs aren't bigger in Texas, they're still big.	In a state this big, you gotta start the day with a big breakfast.
Sometimes you just can't see Compaq Corporation for the trees.	This is what the trip was all about. Flash. An industry showcase. Geodesic homes!	Oh, also for a chance to be in a room with the world's richest man and try to borrow a couple of bucks!
	Journalism is a pretty hard game. Then again, maybe it's the partying in strange cities.
	Maybe it's just the sort of thing that happens to you when you enter a city with such a warm greeting...
	...when there's such a scary thing on the other side of that greeting.
Maybe it's better that I just head home. Hey, it's weird. I didn't notice how green Houston was until I was above it, heading home.	L-l-l-Little fluffy clouds.	The sun is also big in Texas, but eventually it has to set.
	Like so. Bye y'all.