The Mesquite Rodeo?!?!?!?! I grew up at the Mesquite Rodeo! Sounds like you're not only in Texas, but in my old neck of the woods. My extended family is still there, in Fort Worth? Where are you, exactly? You can email me offlist. I'd really love to know.
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Oh, now that's funny! Welcome to Texas!
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Warmly,
Kim
We live near a rodeo grounds and everytime we drive past it, my little ones shout out "When can we go to the radio, Mom?!"
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