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June 07, 2005
City Mice
A few weeks ago I participated as a judge in the Annual Texas Exes/A&M Alumni Chili Cook-off. All of the proceeds go towards providing a scholarship to a student in the New York Metro area pursuing an education at UT and A&M. I had a fantastic time and a proper chili won (that is WITH beans, my friends). Because I was a judge, beer and chili was free and before I knew it I was settling into my drawl and reveling in this Texas-style inebriation.
The other judges were great fun and we all had a good time telling stories and laughing at the idiosyncracies of Now-Brethren Yankee friends. Two of them had moved from Texas at least two decades ago. One of them was My Pal Pru's Aunt Maple. She has a child in his early teens; a Texan child not born in Texas. Aunt Maple told me a story about her son's first visit to Texas when he was 5 or 6.
Upon arrival, obviously they took the little boy and Maple for a tour of the house. When the little one saw the backyard he looked outside at the house on the right and then at the house on the left. Wide-eyed and awe-struck he turned to his mom and said, "Mom, everybody here has a park at their house."
Posted by mermu at June 7, 2005 03:40 PM
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