Cowtown, Where the West Begins

Yesterday, I took a trip to visit my really good friend in Ft. Worth, Texas. If you're not from Texas, you might think that Texas is full of tumbleweed, horses, cows, and cowboys. Unfortunately, if you visit any of the big cities in Texas such as Austin, Houston, Dallas, or San Antonio, you're going to be grossly disappointed. Don't give up hope, though, because there is always Ft. Worth. It is the last bastion of Texas that Texas has. Most of us city folk have never touched a horse, much less ridden one to school. Yesterday, I ate in a saloon, saw cowboys and girls walking their horses, visited the old stockyards, and even drove past Billy Bob's Texas (the world's largest honky tonk). The highlight of my day was my visit to the wonderful Ft. Worth Zoo. I am a big fan of zoos, except when it comes to the Dallas Zoo. They had a little incident a few years back where Coco the gorilla got out of her cage and started terrorizing the patrons! Unfortunately, they had to put her down. Needless to say Mr. French will not be spending any money there anytime soon. Overheard at the Ft. Worth Zoo: Mother and children are standing at the ape exhibit. Child, 6 years: Mommy! It looks like Daddy!!