Confirmation: it WAS an offer of water! (from "Texas, so far")

We stopped at the gas station/food mart in Sanderson today at the end of another hot, windy day (95'F), and there was one other fella sittin' outside. He said "I saw you two the other day. I offered you water."
What?!
Turns out John works for a contractor for the railroad and he keeps the sightlines clear at railroad crossings. He was the guy who passed us in a "work truck" and offered us water, through gestures (I was guessing.)
Then his truck broke down yesterday (after he offered us water, about 20 miles outside the town that we stopped in; Marathon) and he was now stuck in Sanderson, waiting for a rental car approval from his boss. It is his day off and he was not pleased about sittin' at the gas station, waiting for the "rental car approval".
Said he was from Ohio, left right after High School; worked on oil rigs out of LA and at the refineries; he was a pipefitter. Then about 6 years ago he got tired of all the travel etc and started workin' for this outfit; same company his wife works for.
Said he stopped and left some water for an older couple he saw biking our same route the other day. They apparently get bottled water from work, and if he sees a cyclist in his travels along the highway beside the railroad route that he drives for work he offers them one/some. Generous. Thoughtful.
And it made me think back to Mike in CA who had said he was hot, tired, and running out of water when he crested a hill - and there they were, two bottles of water. I asked John if it was him and he said no, but that there are railroad guys over there too...
We had a long time to chat, seeing as how Heidi and I were eating our 4 o'clock dinner...and near the end he said "Maybe I'll try that some day; I do have a bike in the garage at home." Then he came over and checked out our rigs, hefted my heavy bike, and watched us pack our potato chips, yogurt, cans of fruit, fig newtons etc. into our panniers.
Asked us questions about carrying a spare tire ("What do you do if you get a blowout?") Talked about tires, tubes, fixing flats, lubing yer chain etc. I mentioned that I had seen mtb's in the back of some of the Border Patrol pickup trucks, and I said I thought it was a real good idea; "beats walkin'" (I wasn't trying to rub it in, given that he had just had a breakdown of his own.). He's gonna put his bike in the back of his work truck, once the radiator gets replaced, and he gets home (100 miles away); and then back to work.
This gas station/food stop was hoppin', and every third SUV/pickup truck was a brand new Border Patrol vehicle. John made small talk with one of the young gringos with milk still behind his ears, under his cowboy hat, drivin' that sweet $80,000 suped up rig: "I wouldn't want your job!" The kid smiled sheepishly, mentioned how fun it was to chase "them" with the 4 wheelers, etc. When the kid finally tipped his hat to John, his elder, and went in to buy snacks for his shift, John said "That's where all our money goes", kinda quiet, under his breath. It cracked me up. We talked about all the greenbacks being spent on the wetbacks (not in those words; I'm paraphrasing); and how there were brand new Border Patrol fenced compounds going up all over the place.
Anyway, he is a real nice guy. Wished us good luck and be safe. I thanked him, again, for the kind offer of water yesterday, and good luck with his work truck/rental car situation; told him that the nice people we keep meeting on this trip are helping to undo all the crap we read in the newspaper, and see on the tv.
What is America?
Is it people like John, from Ohio?
Or is it politicians like John Boehner, from Ohio?

I can only hope that it's not Boehner.