When I left the comfort of my Bandera surroundings every day to pursue my chosen career in the big city, it wasn’t exactly the smooth transition I had envisioned. I was used to the hard work so that wasn’t a problem. I had co-workers and bosses calling me “Clem” and “Country” for the longest time. It has taken me many years to figure out that I will never be able to shed the mark placed on me by my Bandera raisin’. I’m good with that since it is who I am. I think maybe they were just jealous. Thinking back to my cherished memories ...