I heard the story of Lady Bird Johnson and the bluebonnets on a sunny spring day, on a passenger seat of a pickup truck driving through the Hill Country, among

I heard the story of Lady Bird Johnson and the bluebonnets on a sunny spring day, on a passenger seat of a pickup truck driving through the Hill Country, among endless fields and hills covered in wildflowers. We were probably listening to Merle Haggard or Willie Nelson, one of them outlaw country boys. That's how I know America the Beautiful does exist, though it may be hard to believe from the darkness that covers the land today.