I am a gal raised in Hobbs, NM., which Santa Fe considers as West Texas and I grew up with tales of Paris, in East Texas. My grandpa's knee was my haven of safety as the big ole moon rose over the state line and he always said that it had just come from Paris. I heard of the pines in the far east, and the scissor tailed birds in Ok, Ft Worth and the Cow Palace was just a dream away. But I always wanted to go to Paris. It was a land of magical cowboys. Belle Star rode her horse there , and Jim July was gunned down right there! There was a general store that handled calicos and silks for the finest of little girl dresses, along side of beautiful bits and bridles for my old paint pony. Well, I grew up, Grandpa died and at age 55 I finally saw Paris. So modern, yet so like my little girl dreams. I will always love East Texas where the moon comes from. Leona P.S Looking for info about that Grandpa, who worked in Garretts Bluff for Mr Cooper in the 20's. He was J.O.CHESTER.