Xer, I did grow up in New Mexico.  I'd just started first grade, at age 6, when Mom put me on an airplane in Houston, and my Grandparents met said airplane in El Paso, and took me home to live with them 90 miles north in Alamogordo, New Mexico.   Apparently some man on that airplane helped me write my mom a postcard during that trip.  Mom kept it, and I have it now in my "Baby Book."  That man (who remains totally unknown) even circled a window on the picture of the airplane on the postcard to indicate where I was supposedly sitting....   

 

I've been back to Houston a few times for very brief visits in the mid 70's and early 80's.  Last time I was there, I swore I'd never go back.   Of course, that was before my son decided to make Houston home..... 

 

That Illinois governor (however you spell his name...,) makes me wonder who makes his wigs?  FABULOUS job, but I'm convinced that's a wig.....