Humidity and the other joys of North Texas

So, I've started my journey to San Antonio, TX. Actually, it's almost over. I've traveled a little over 1,100 miles in the last two days and have a scant 150 to go tomorrow. So, where am I now? Scenic Waco, TX, home of the Baylor Bears. For a lifelong northerner, the last day and a half has been a good chance to see a lot more of some places that I've only flown into up until now, if I've been there at all. Let's just say the density of two story high white crucifixes visible from I-35 has been steadily increasing the further south I've driven. Gigantic white steel cross count to date: 5, as I sit here tonight. As an added bonus, I've been treated to Iowa-style humidity here in Waco. Ah, the good old days. As I was sweating through my t-shirt, wrestling a suitcase out of my strategically-packed-to-avoid-theft car, I was reminded of the good ol' days in Iowa City when, not only was it outrageously humid (the kind of humid where ink will literally run off a handwritten page if carried outdoors), but I happily sweated it out with my roomates on the top floor of our creaky old Tudor house...sans air conditioning. That's right kids, you heard it here first: I walked uphill, in the snow, both ways. For eight years. Ah, youth...