Rick Perry is an idiot. If Texas were a separate nation it would be a third world country. Really, google up some of our statewide educational, economic and cultural indicators and you’ll see what I mean.
Sometimes I shake my head in wonder, more like bemused regret, that I wasted so much time in San Antonio. If I had known then what I know now and all that, half a life time in a place that never did a damn thing good for me, a place I now associate with failure, foolishness and stupidity (on my part, I should add).
When people ask me where I am from I say Austin, now. Why? Well, Austin is pretty much the only place in Texas worth living. Austin actually has well educated people, who can hold a conversation on something other than what was on TV last night, or what bar they drank at, or . . . well, you get the idea.
If I return to the States, I’ve pretty much decided it won’t be in Texas. It’ll be somewhere south of Silicon Valley in California, on the water with the mountains at my back, or Manhattan. Sure, I’ll go back to Austin for a while to settle some personal affairs, but that’ll be it.
Texas is just too redneck. I always thought I could deal with it. And I do love the Hill Country. That will always be home in my heart, the gently sloping, dry caliche hills, deer ambling under mesquite and cedars trees, and the cool malachite waters of the Upper Nueces near Barksdale and Camp Wood. A retirement ranch there might tempt me back home.
But people change. And so do places. Sometimes not for the best. I’m sure the Texas ex-pats reading this can relate. It’s a love-hate thing. And the Big Bend area? That’s special too for many disparate reasons.
However, what happened in the aftermath of the whole Kenneth Foster thing was what really pushed me over the edge. Broke my heart, although I shouldn’t have been surprised. Maybe someday I’ll tell that story.
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