I met C today at a Tex-Mex restaurant in a Dallas suburb. Since the moment I arrived in Texas, I've been hearing about Tex-Mex, but I still can't quite figure out what it is or if/how it is different than regular, inauthentic Mexican food that is served elsewhere (e.g. Wisconsin). At any rate, I was happy to have been invited by C to one of his favorite Tex-Mex places. C is a guy that I'd never met, but we'd become Facebook friends about two weeks earlier. I realize now that I don't even know his age, but to me, he seems incredibly young. I guess that when you're my age, everybody either seems young or old. I rarely look at somebody and think, "Yeah, he's just about right."
In any case, C might've been the youngest person that I've met with along this journey and, to me, that was great. It's not that I am fascinated, necessarily, by young people, but spending time with him brought back such fun memories for me. I could see a lot of myself in C. He's young, relatively inexperienced, and has the whole world in front of him. I've never believed that everybody can be or do anything that they set their mind to doing, but C certainly could do almost anything that he wanted. The world is his Tex-Mex oyster, and I'm pumped for him, just as I was for myself 15 years ago. I hope that he gets what he wants, that he finishes that degree, makes it out to California, and completely loves working with his brother. Mostly, though, I simply hope that he enjoys the hell out of his ride.