I've been mostly in Texas for the past two weeks. This enormous state was, indeed, once a part of Mexico. In fact, that dashing fellow, Zaragoza, the hero of the Cinco de Mayo battle, was born in this very same wild and wooly territory. But the state is now north of the border, and I've discovered that it is hard to write about things south of the Rio Bravo (the Rio Grande, in Texas terms) when I'm traipsing around some degrees north of it. Have faith, though. I'll be south again next week.