Short comment. Randy Travis concert. Rolling texas highway plains. I love the open highway, meaning absolutely nothing on either side, that is except some tumbleweed and some grass, quintessential texas (texas hill country, its not all that way, come and see).
But Randy and open highway make me want to listen to country music. Not only listen to country music, but to let the sound seep into my being, to become country, again. I start to get my country twang out in these parts, its a beautiful thing. I miss it. Sometimes my mother brings it out when she's talking about something funny or country, I wish I could take it with my everywhere.
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