Everytime I leave Dallas I leave a little bit of my heart behind. I've travelled there countless times over many years and it always feels like home to me. Maybe it's the way Texans say "Darlin', ma'am or sweet tea?" that gets to me. Or maybe it's the fields of horses and steer, blue bonnets and crepe myrtles in bloom, BBQ, fried catfish, a good steak, country music and the sound of a steel guitar. Then again, it has always begun with a visit with Grandpa & Grandma Fetty which makes it true that Home Is Where The Heart Is
Monday, December 29, 2008
My Heart's in Dallas
Everytime I leave Dallas I leave a little bit of my heart behind. I've travelled there countless times over many years and it always feels like home to me. Maybe it's the way Texans say "Darlin', ma'am or sweet tea?" that gets to me. Or maybe it's the fields of horses and steer, blue bonnets and crepe myrtles in bloom, BBQ, fried catfish, a good steak, country music and the sound of a steel guitar. Then again, it has always begun with a visit with Grandpa & Grandma Fetty which makes it true that Home Is Where The Heart Is
