It’s hot. Not the convection oven called Phoenix but the oh-so-slightly-humid thing reminiscent of New Jersey in the peak of summer.

The people are really friendly. Go into a fast-food joint (Chik-Fil-A is everywhere) and you get a nice smile, hello, and how are you doing like they really mean it.

Gunracks? No. Big cowboy hats? No. Thick southern draws? No.

I’m actually in the Dallas ‘burbs, Plano to be exact. It’s your standard “roll out the Home Depot retail center red carpet” sort of thing with ultra-expensive house farms stacked together like sardines. Fortunately there is plenty of open space around so it’s not urban sprawl…just sprawl.

There is much to see and five days is barely going to scratch the surface.

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