While some of you have heard me talk about how much of what I consider my “formative years” were spent way out in west Texas, some of you may not know that I graduated from Texas Tech.
I love it there. The spirit, the campus, the people. I used to think the key difference between Lubbock (or west Texas in general) was that it just moved a little slower than the rest of the world and by that respect, it was afforded a different level of beauty and grace. And while that may be true, its not the only driving force for what makes the place so damn good.
The blowing red winds off the canyons, like a calming song that a mother sings to a newborn. The dusty plains where you can see for miles, humble you and makes you realize that Gods work knows no bounds. The old faded smiles, the worn denim, the beat up pickup trucks, the wide eyed freshman kids new to campus, the long roads that go on for miles, the nip in the spring air and the balm in the late summer wind, the fields of cotton and the herds of cattle, the heart of America beats proudly here and I hope it always will.
A part of me will always be out in west Texas, and for that, I am forever grateful.
Wreck Em Tech.