I had a blog post all ready for you. Well, the pictures at least. But then I found myself staring at the computer screen weeping at the photos of Texas on fire and I just couldn’t write about food. If you haven’t been to Texas before, then you probably don’t have a very high opinion of Texans. You hear about redneck republicans, hateful racist, and weather that makes you melt. You wouldn’t be totally off there, but in the years that I lived in Texas, I swear to you, I never met any of those hateful crazy people. I’ve melted a little though.
I lived in Austin for five years and a big chunk of my heart is still there. What you find when you go to Austin are folks with hearts as big as the state of Texas. It’s too hot to be hateful. Austinites just want to eat good food, drink cheap beer and dance. I swear it doesn’t matter how small the square of floor is, or what music is playing. Texans love to dance. I miss that. I miss their hugs too.
I poked around my hard drive this morning and sadly I don’t have a whole lot of digital pictures of my life in Texas. I have boxes and boxes of pictures that need to be scanned, but instead of buying a scanner, I find I often don’t get much further than sipping wine while flipping through the pictures of that life with a smile on my face.
So pray to whatever Gods you pray to for Texas. Pray for the wind to slow and the sky to open up dumping water from heaven on the people I love there. Then, when it’s all over and life has settled in that part of the country. Go there for a visit. Hike around the hill country, eat tacos from a food truck, sip cheap beer, listen to music and dance. Dance like a Texan.