My Texas friends are always bragging about how much more beautiful the women are in the Lone Star state. I never paid them much mind. Assumed they were compensating for some deficiency or other. But arriving in Austin last light, on a reporting trip, I did notice some evidence to support their claims as I was checking in to my hotel.

This morning, even as I stumbled blindly toward the restaurant in my groggy pre-caffeinated state, I realized that I was surrounded on all sides by gorgeous women. And also that I was not dreaming. "Huh," I thought to myself. "Maybe those guys were right, after all."

Then, on the way back across the lobby after breakfast, I noticed the very large billboard with the picture of Tyra Banks:

"Auditions for: