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"Texas."
"Nope." The conductor on the Northeast Corridor Local on the New Jersey Transit Line and I were playing a guessing game as I was making my way up the eastern seaboard on The Dark Horse tour. I usually take the window seat facing the back of the train, in that riding backwards doesn't affect me adversely and I like watching the countryside. It also puts me in direct contact with the uniformed ticket takers who stand by the sliding doors between cars.
"I was in Texas once, in the army; didn't like it much." He continued to study my boots and hat. "Montana."
"Nope." Though it might be hard to believe, the longest portion of my rodeo career began and ended in New Jersey. I was doing graduate work at Temple University in Philadelphia and would run off to a place called Cowtown in southern Jersey on weekends.
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