Today I drove west from Oklahoma City and noticed how the local radio DJs' voices became lower and slower the closer I got to TX.  The drive through the TX Panhandle was long and lonely but the bright spot was my stop in Amarillo.  There I met a very helpful Chase Bank teller named Jennifer.  She told me about a local downtown restaurant: The Potato Factory.  Lunch was satisfying.  As I was leaving the restaurant I met three individuals who looked rather official in their red jackets.  One was carrying a large ceremonial pair of scissors.  The ribbon cutting ceremony was about to happen.  I only wish I had time to get their story.