I'd go to hell for my true love.

I’m back in the saddle again. In Minnesota. Shoveling snow. And bundling up against freezing temperatures. All this after almost 3 months in Sardinia in the Mediterranean Sea. Where I didn’t see a freezing temperature. Or snow. But I’m not fretting over my return to winter. I can take it. Knowing that it’s March, and that I sort of like winter. Just for kicks. Just to get a taste of variety in my life. I’m gonna savor the last gasps of winter in Minnesota. Heck, why not? Sure beats complaining about it. Seems to me that no matter where I live, I can find something nice about the place. Although I gotta admit, I have a hard time finding anything I like about Texas. I think it’s a gawd-forsaken place. Maybe the closest thing to hell on Earth. No place I’d wanna be. Mostly because of the political and social climate. But that’s just me. I know that some people like hell. Because it’s nice and warm. But my kind of warmth can be found in Sardinia. Especially when I spend winter there with my true love. The real test of love, I suppose, is if I could live happily with my true love, even if we were in Texas. Probably could. That’s the power of true love. Going to Texas and being happy. Even if hell was the only place I could find my true love. –Jim Broede