Talked to somebody from "home"

Today at work I had to do some research and called my former high school in West Texas. I don’t know what you know about West Texas. Here are some unpleasant things about it. It’s dusty. It’s windy. There are tornadoes. It’s flat and mostly brown, even in the spring. It’s about ten years behind in fashion. It’s about 25 years behind in other aspects of modern life. Here’s what’s good about West Texas, the people. Yeah, I know, there are bad people, too. But, for me, some of the kindest, most wonderful people I have ever known are from West Texas. So, today, I talked to a real West Texas Lady. She had that beautiful accent…yes, it is beautiful…it does not mean you are stupid, it means you live in West Texas. She had no idea who I was but was as kind to me as if we were long, lost friends, or better yet like we were “kin”. She was helpful, gracious, and ended the conversation by saying how nice it was to chat with me and to give her a call if I needed anything else. Maybe it has nothing to do with her being from West Texas. All I know is that I could picture her sitting there with perfect make-up, big hair, manicured nails, and a big genuine smile. That made me think of home and there’s not a thing wrong with that.