does fort worth ever cross your mind?
Last week, my six-year-old nephew Oliver and I jumped on a plane for Dallas. My parents met us at the airport, carted us around Fort Worth for a few days, and showed us what life at the annual stock show is like. While there, we . . . cringed at the thought of getting tossed on our heads, watched a cowboy work some calves, wondered … Continue reading does fort worth ever cross your mind?
