I love the days when the postman delivers my issue of Texas Monthly. I love love love that magazine. The top story is "75 things we love about Texas." My hometown --Lubbock, Texas -- is No. 21.
Anytime people talk about Texas, they always say bad things about Lubbock. But I love that town. I love the Texas Tech campus. I love the "Carol of Lights" every Christmas. I love sitting in the "Red Rocker" section at football games there. I love the Ranching Heritage Center.
I love the musical legacy of Buddy Holly, Joe Ely, Waylon Jennings, Lloyd Maines and Natalie Maines.
I love the honky tonks, going to concerts at the Coliseum, and I love the trendy rock bars. I love McKenzie park and spending Sunday afternoons at Joyland. I love Buffalo Lake, a man-made lake that's pretty, but you really don't want to swim in. I love the annual arts festival. I love the wide-open spaces that surround the town. I love the sky and the endless miles of cotton and soybean fields.
I love driving around and reliving memories of falling in love with my husband, whom I met in Lubbock. I love passing by Lubbock General and remembering that my daughter was born there.
I love Lubbock. Strangely enough, the mention in Texas Monthly, which focused on the musical soul that is Lubbock, didn't include native son Mac Davis.
Davis -- for you non-Lubbockites -- wrote songs like "In the Ghetto" and "Lord, it's hard to be humble" and many many more, and has most recently played the role of Will Rogers on broadway. He also wrote a little ditty called, "Happiness is Lubbock, Texas in my rearview mirror..." But in the end, Davis sums it up for the rest of us.
"Happiness is Lubbock, Texas growing nearer and nearer. When I die, you can bury me in Lubbock, Texas...in my jeans."
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