Rollin’ down Rt. 66 at 66 miles an hour we came upon the sign that read, “Fantasy,” and another that read “73 Ounce Steak For Free,” (caveat: You have to consume all 73) and then we passed the 75’ aluminum cross at the spiritual rest stop and we knew we were just 20 miles out of Amarillo city. My pulse quickened as the highway became a race track of Ford 150’s, 250’s and three's roarin’ down on me and up my rear as Amarillo came near. My guess was the first stop for those big horse powered cowboys would be “Fantasy,” and was not the spiritual rest stop with the 75’ sparkling clean, aluminum cross that looked like no one had ever hung from such a monstrosity as that, let alone a 65’ sparkling clean, aluminum Jesus in a hundred gallon hat. We were on our way to Texas high society.