The six guys sitting behind us tonight at Chili's were from Arkansas. They were several of thousands from all over the country who had come to our aid in the wake of Ike. Seeing the long convoys of trucks snaking their way down our highways and back roads was like spotting an oasis in the desert. When I passed them working on the downed power lines, getting our electricity humming one grid at a time, I gave them a wave and a smile.
I realize that these men are getting paid good money to be here, but the fact remains that they are often sleeping in their trucks and working long, hot hours to get our lives back to normal. I am grateful to these men (and the few women I've seen!) for providing this service. I am grateful that they left their families and joined forces with their peers, so that we could get on with our lives.
That is the reason Trevor bought that table of men from Arkansas a round of drinks and thanked them for their help. Thanks, guys. Texas thanks you.