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While enjoying the comfort of a glass of Ballantines Sunday evening, I looked back to memories of around 10 years ago. I lived in Texas back then for around a year. I was working at Texas A&M University in College Station (more on Wiki...). Most of you probably are not aware that College Station even exists, but I can assure you it is there and it is a lovely place to live, in the middle between Houston and Dallas, embedded in rather flat, very green surroundings, with a huge state forest half an hour south, kept humid by the warm waters of the near gulf, yet only a few hours away from hill country up in Austin, and the semi-desert in the west towards new Mexico. I was fortunate enough to move there and feel at home immediately thanks to lovely friends, like Mike Manson, my professor taking care of me and his wife Lily, like Josy, like Jon, both living nearby in Brian. Thus, I was introduced to the steakhouse at Lake Summerville, where you would get their largest steak for free, provided you could eat it all, enjoyed many cook-out’s and barbeques somewhere outdoors, sometimes even with a view to nearby oil pumps, moving up and down as regular as a Swiss watch. It was oil that made Texas rich, but it owns its mere existence to the will and tears of people in search of a better future, and a war between neighbours. I visited places like Big Bend where the Colorado is the sharp separation between wealthy America and a Mexico still struggling to find its way towards worldly paradise. I spent hours in my Pontiac just driving around, letting a scenery fly by that left staying marks in my memory like the cattle’s branded ranch marks.

It was a place where I felt home. Now it is a place of memories. Texas Memories.
I guess, that’s it gonna be. Texas Memories is what the leather is all about. That’s what I will name it: Texas Memories.

What y’all think?