Remember the Alamo
Yesterday, one of my graduate professors made a joke about the Alamo. I’m sure he didn’t realize he was doing it just a day before the anniversary of the historic event where so many valiant Texans gave their lives, but I did. I did because I am Texan. My family members (the Campbell’s), fought at the Battle of San Jacinto. It’s even rumored one of them made the shackles used to imprison Santa Anna. How’s that for historical ties?
I don’t always agree with the way Texas does things. I’ll always vote blue, for instance. That’s the Austin part of my of my heritage though. I don’t love Texas any less. I’m a Texan through and through. I love BBQ and Tex-Mex; my favorite season is wildflower season; I bleed Aggie Maroon and White (Whoop); I love Dr. Pepper, Shiner Bock, and Blue Bell; I live for live music festivals like ACL and SXSW; I say howdy and y’all on a regular basis; I know what a gentleman looks like and what it is to be treated like a lady. Every April 21, on San Jacinto Day, I honor the sacred tradition of Aggie Muster, and you bet I remember the Alamo on March 6.
You damn well better believe that if someone picks in my great state, they will get an earful. I love Texas. But I try to be a little forgiving…not everyone was so privileged as to be born in the greatest state in the world.
“You may all go to Hell and I will go to Texas.” -Davy Crockett, Defender of the Alamo