On West Texas
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Classic Car Culture
Route 66 lures all, from street rods to muscle cars Growing up on a ranch, we’d get three or four lives out of a pickup. Old trucks with duct taped visors and dented doors rolling long after most would have discarded them. It was our own version of curating classic cars. But, for one of my most recent feature articles in Texas Co-op Power magazine, I had the pleasure of interviewing several real classic car enthusiasts. I interviewed fathers who’d restored cars with their sons, collectors who traveled the country to compete in car shows, and car club members. One of my favorite finds was a mother/daughter trio living in…
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West By God, Again
Our Move Across The Country Up until last November I have lived in West Texas my entire life. I’ve been proud to say I come from God’s country—the wide-open spaces, the mesquites, the real cowboys (shout out, Dad), the rolling plains, the larger-than-life cotton farms, rusty pickups, backyard barbecues, lake days, Friday Night Lights, chips and salsa, margaritas and Chiltons, bourbon and Topo Chico. Place has played such a big role in my identity. I’m a fifth generation Texan and grew up on a ranch that’s been in our family for more than a century. Texans are a proud breed. We’re quick to tell a stranger we’ve just met—I’m from…
