OK, OK. The Most wonderful people. (After Canadians)
Where in TX are you?
Sigh. On March 2, 1836 (Texans should recognize that date) one o' my great-great grandfathers was already. With his father. And his grandfather. And there's a (sort of informally-formally defunct) town what bears my family surname there. I am a genetic Texan. But I left Austin some years ago with the intent of returning to Texas. (Yes. I know. Leave Texas? What folly.) I have not yet returned.
I fly the Texas flag or the Gonzales Banner of 1835 or the Goliad Flag or similar flags on the appropriate holidays.
And I wear manly footwear (tip o' the hat to Gary P. Nunn).
Now, if they only made Canadian Texans.
I do like your hot dogs (from Toronto) and your roast beef sandwiches (the ferry from Seattle to Vancouver). And your Loonies. I'm a fan of any country issuing coinage bearing an image of aquatic fowl known for its haunting laugh. And thank you for your comedians. Please take Michael J. Foxx back and send us a full-sized one.