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When people ask me where I’m from — a common question for anyone in Washington, D.C. — my standard response is that I am a prodigal Texan.
What, you might ask, do I mean by that?
I mean that I will always, to one degree or another, be a Texan. It’s in there deep in the DNA and in the emotions. However, I have never understood the concept that Texas is the greatest place on earth and that it is paradise to live on a slab of concrete that has two seasons — burnt and mud. Now, does this attitude of mine have something to do with me being from Port Arthur, which has to be one of the ugliest places on earth (please turn up Janis Joplin singing “Ego Rock” on her live album)? Sure thing. Are there nicer places in Texas?I will admit that, but I’ve never heard the siren call of Austin.
Which brings me to the point...
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