As Hank sped along the wide open, almost traffic free highways of New Mexico and Arizona, he took in the splendor of what was know as "Big Sky" type country where high rise building skylines and industrial air weren’t clogging up one’s senses.
He was smiling, feeling really free for the first time in his life…no people-obligations, no ugly streets and buildings, commercial and recreational places like stores and theaters absent and better yet, unimportant. Periodically, he would break into a little "La Bomba,” and was now adding what he could remember of two old songs his father had played for him on his boxed record player: “Don"t Fence Me In" and "Tumbling Tumbleweed."
His father had loved American cowboy movies and music, so Hank was more familiar with Gene Autry and Roy Rogers than a
