I’ve been coming to Texas intermittently for about 30 years, and it’s never seemed more
crowded. The place is packed – the roads, the stores, the airport. Back home in LA, it’s empty and depressing as the pols elected by the brigades of frigid Santa Monica wine moms who seem to run everything panic ever-harder over a disease that appears to be less virulent than the regular flu. Here in Texas, people are happy, chipper, and armed.
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