For those who still subscribe to the idea that the world is flat…Lubbock is the last
remnant of evidence in support of that argument.
Looking in any direction you can see the ends of the earth…for
there is not as much as a hill or tree to obstruct your view.
Lubbock can be colder than the North Pole in the morning and
hotter than Hades that same afternoon. I love the calm clear winter days with unrestricted
visibility but springtime can bring violent dark funnel clouds, sand storms and
haboobs that will blast the chrome right off your bumper.
So dry you can’t grow at sprig of grass but will flood when
it receives it’s average annual rain in one afternoon.
Lubbock is a place of extremes; a place for which I have
extremely strong feels.
There is something special about Lubbock even though it’s
not the place of my birth; I consider it my adopted home.
You either love it or hate it, there is no middle
ground. I choose to be in the
former category.
Maybe it’s the people that make it special. Complete strangers are friendly and the
entire place has a “Happy Days” atmosphere.
It’s not necessarily the famous people…home of Mac Davis and Buddy Holly. But
ordinary people…nicest, friendly, real people…people who are not ordinary. People like Elizabeth Owen top the
list. She was not an ordinary
second grade school teacher…not hardly.
Ask any of her students.
May God Bless Lubbock and all the people.
