GETTING USED TO OPENING MY OWN DOORS AGAIN

THE LONE STAR FLAG

Friday, 9:00 AM.  29 degrees F, wind E, light.  Barometer 30.32 in., sky almost cloudless.  It should be a nice but cool day.  It will take a while to get back to normal, including cutting down the storm damaged Jack pine on the south side of the house.  The ferry started running yesterday, and is just now making its first run of the day, a reduced schedule for a while.  I am told that the Coast Guard ice breaker stationed in Duluth made the trip to Bayfield to break ice for the ferry, a long hard trip getting down the channel from Raspberry Island to Bayfield.  The ferry is still breaking some ice this morning and I can hear it crunching along.
    Thinking back on our stay in Texas, I can unequivocally say that its social and economic model is a good one for the rest of the country.  Unemployment is only 6.4%, three percent lower than California, The economy is vibrant, with new houses being built everywhere in at least the Dallas-Fortworth Metroplex.  The oil and gas industry is booming, with gasoline prices twenty five cents lower than northern Wisconsin.  People seem to be upbeat and confident.  It isn't only the result of a good economy, but stems I think from deeper social roots.  Religion is a significant part of Texas life, churches everywhere, and Sunday is devoted to them.  There is an obvious work ethic, apparent in the retail establishments and fast food restaurants.  There is a hustle and bustle to everyday life.  One is invariably addressed as "sir" or "mam."
   And I'll have to get used to opening my own doors again.