Does Fort Worth Ever Cross Your Mind? ‘Twas the Night the new Dickies Arena opened and All Through the House, 14,000 jam-packed Country Westerners jumped to their feet and started cheering when Super Salesman George Strait, just down from Amarillo That Morning, strode into the hall to sell us some Ocean Front Property he said he Owned in Arizona. “From My Front Porch You Can See the Sea!”
When we were dubious at first, he, like Ruta Lee at Casa Manana, circled the round stage and explained that Since All his Exes Lived in Texas, that Was Why He Hung His Hat in Tennessee. That sounded reasonable. But Ocean Front Property in Arizona? How can that be? No problem. Artificial Intelligence. And then when he said he would Throw in the Golden Gate for Free we all shouted as one, “Where do we sign?”
As the Cowboy Rides Away, signed Bill of Sale in his saddlebags, I fancy I hear him singing Above the Crowd And the Noise like a Troubadour, Merry Christmas To All and To All a Good Night!
Don Woodard