My favorite view heading into fall. The smoke wasn’t too bad today.
I’d just stepped out of my car, was heading to get Maggie Rose out of her car seat. Two men were headed to their truck.
“Go Aggies!”
My ball cap, ATM.
All smiles, I reply, of course, “Gig ‘em!”
Never fails. No matter where the pup and I are on any given day, people know my Aggies.
I check out their front license plate for clues. Wyoming plates. Of course they know what I’m looking for.
“We’re from Louisiana.”
“Geaux Tigers,” I smile.
“Oh no, we’re from the OTHER school, Ragin’ Cajuns. We helped y’all out at regionals in baseball, beat Texas! If you do nothing else, beat LSU!”
Apparently their rivalry runs deep, as does Texas A&M and Texas.
From Texas, I’ve never been an athlete, but grew up loving all sports. And more than a thousand miles from CSTAT, ball caps and sports always introduces me to good people from across the country.
Our nation is grand, just like these mountains.
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