Most other Texans view Austin with some suspicion. "The People's Republic of Texas," they call it. Or worse. Some even go so far as to label Austin as a California city plopped down in the center of the state. Fie.
What makes Austin weird? Maybe this will help you better understand my home town: yesterday, I saw this sign on a kiosk in the meat market at Central Market, the largest grocery in town. The sign read: "chew with an open mind."
Weird? Not if you think about it.
We have a name for those people who keep Austin weird. We call them Patriots.
Austinites were among the first in the nation to raise the alarm about the Texan in the White House and his inept cronies. Iraq. Katrina. Mortgage crisis. Etc. Thank god this election finally got here. What surprises me is that the Republicans haven't figured out how much George W. Bush has hurt their party.
My Lubbock high school buddies are convinced I've given in to the Dark Side. I have. Many times. And I'm not through. But I haven't had the heart to tell them I'm pretty sure Jesus was a liberal. He drank wine and wore sandals. So do Austinites.