David Martin, Writer
Amarillo Boy
Photo © by Wyatt McSpadden, another Amarillo boy
Where you’re from can say a lot about who you are.
I’m a fifth-generation Texan, born in Amarillo and raised there in the 1960s.
A few things you should know about growing up in Amarillo:
The weather tries to kill you.
The endless plains mess with your perspective.
Chicken fried steak, smoked brisket, tacos, and iced tea are the four food groups.
Cowboy is a legitimate career choice. So is atomic bomb builder.
In other words, it’s a great place to be from.
But you’d expect me to say that. After all, I’m an Amarillo boy.
Here's something to ponder:
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