Going to Texas is fun.
There are two– possibly three?– Texases.
There’s Old Texas like on King of the Hill where the Heroes are straight shooters and put up with a lot of crap but are vindicated in the end. John Wayne’s Alamo.
There’s New Texas, a.k.a. Austin which from my point of view, never having lived in Texas, personifies New Texas. I used to think New Texas was a bad thing. But now I trust New Texas to Kat & Ton.
Then there’s just plain ol’ Texas. Cross Road after cross road. Neighbors. The guy who recognizes you.
We are not certain, but Mr. Big Food & I think this is the cross road you take to get to a Farm in East Texas, which is a Whole Different Kind of Texas.