I've been to Dallas once on a business trip along with my boss at the time. He darn near ended up in an ambulance from all the cigarette smoke in the restaurants and hotel lobbies. I mean, if the rest of Texas is like that, I'm be surprised to see anyone over 30 still alive - two cigarettes in the same mouth, another in a nostril, and at least one in each ear. It sure ain't the West. At least the real cowboys I grew up with smoked only one raunchy Old Gold at a time. They called 'em "coffin nails".
Myself, I almost went into shock from the "nothingness," looking out the highrise hotel window. No mountains, no forests, no nuthin'. What do people do there on weekends? But they were friendly. Just don't lean on a handrail in the convention center stairway. It's liable to fall right off. I've seen little pictures on a wall better supported.