Northern S.A. on I-10 at dusk:
It's been a while since I've been to Texas, and I had forgotten how different the culture is in this part of the country, sort of where South meets desert Southwest. People wear cowboy hats and call you 'partner' without a hint of irony. You see a few men sporting what surely must be called 'shooting irons' on their hips. No one wears shorts in the 80+ heat and a man, no matter how casually attired (or how large a gut he has), seemingly is required to tuck his shirt in. I can't say the effect is altogether pleasant. But everyone is unfailing polite, and even seems to mean it, unlike some you meet in the South.
Got some business to do tomorrow, then back (I hope) on Saturday.