How a native son accomplished his mission to do his town right.

“Winter” in Dallas can mean anything from 10 to 75 degrees. Fortunately, it’s 75 on this trip, and I’ve just finished up business at the Cottonwood Valley Golf Course at my favorite hotel, the Four Seasons at Las Colinas. Now I have some serious work to do.

3:30 p.m. Leave the hotel in a rented Ford Expedition, otherwise known as a “Texas Prius.”

3:40 p.m. Drive through Whataburger. I recommend it for breakfast, lunch, dinner or, in this case, a mid-afternoon amuse-bouche. Take the burger with no changes (mustard, lettuce, pickle, tomato, diced onions) or risk immediately being branded a New Yorker.

3:55 p.m. Get to Sonny Bryan’s Smokehouse before the 4 p.m. closing for our “main course,” the brisket sandwich. 4:15 p.m. Arrive at the Bass Pro Shops Outdoor World, which is large even by Texas standards. Imagine an enormous supermarket, triple it and bring in every piece of sports equipment known to man. My favorite is the fishing section, with the giant bass tank into which you can ask a sales associate to cast a particular type of lure. I also buy a Dallas Stars T-shirt for the game tonight (and because I got barbecue sauce on the one I’m wearing).

4:45 p.m. Drive quickly to the Nasher Sculpture Center and fulfill a Texan’s yearly quota of culture with a 20-minute dash through one of America’s great sculpture collections. 5:15 p.m. Swing up to the Galleria. (Can’t leave town without some Longhorn cufflinks!)

5:45 p.m. Stop in at the Ritz for a margarita at the Lobby Lounge and to call for a black car to drive you to American Airlines Center.

6:30 p.m. Settle in to watch the Dallas Stars beat up on their NHL division rivals. If all the commotion is off the court, it’s possible you’re actually at a Dallas Mavericks game and the noise is Mark Cuban throwing a fit over the officiating.

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