You may remember that I moved to Texas for a job when I left you last. Here is my impression of that state, at least so far.

I know you all have seen the Texas commercials where they claim Texas is like a different country. Well it is, trust me. I have spent a year here trying to adjust to their way of life and I don't think I ever will.

Texans are a breed apart. Here in the Texas panhandle they are the most lovable crooks you would ever meet. They lie, cheat, steal ya blind-all with a smile on there face. I have never seen another place where people will walk into your yard and steal your paper while waving at ya while you watch them do it.

Now don't get me wrong, they are not all bad. Hell, most of them are good people. They're just a little off their rocker. And heaven forbid if you are different 'cause we all know that means you are not right. Don't own a pickup? You are from another planet. Long hair on a guy; you are defiantly gay. And paying off your bills in full: well that's just plain and simple wrong.

I have noticed that I am changing slightly too. My New York accent is back and fighting off the Texan way of speaking. However, I do tend to talk a whole lot slower so that people can understand what I am saying. I have sold my old Toyota and bought a pickup. And I have gotten a taste for brisket.

Now I still am wanting to leave and head back to where I belong but until I can get back west of the Continental Divide I will stay here. However I will try not to change and become a local. And I will work towards getting my self back to the west. Maybe this time I should try the Pacific Northwest.

Editors Note: James Jetty was one of our original contributors. He lives in the Texas panhandle and works at a 'kill plant' for a large beef processor.