Published on 2009-01-29
by Janna Lewis Sentinel Staff
I was in Montana when it happened.
We’d gone out for pizza after a hard day of hauling furniture out of our moving van and into our house. The cashier took my order and then asked, “Would you like a pop?”
“How’d you like a sock in the jaw, buddy?” I responded, rolling up my sleeves.
He looked at me, horrified, and said, “I’m asking if you want a soft drink!”
“Oh. You mean a coke,” I said, calming down.
“Okay, a Coke.”
“No. I want a Dr Pepper.”
“We don’t have that.”
Oh my.
The great pop-versus-soda-versus-coke debate had reared its fizzy head in the arctic climes of the American Northwest courtesy of one displaced Texan.
I’m not endorsing a particular soft drink folks. I’m just telling you what Texans and Southerners mean when they order a “coke.” I’m using the lower case “c” here to differentiate between a generic soda pop and The Real Thing.
I grew up calling soft drinks “coke” because that’s just what we all did. It didn’t matter if it was Pepsi, Royal Crown Cola, Mr. Pibb or Coca-Cola, “coke” was – as it remains – the all-purpose moniker for the carbonated stuff. I knew that if I ordered a coke at a fast food restaurant, the cashier would always ask, “What kind?” and I’d say, “Dr Pepper” or “Sprite” or whatever tickled my fancy at that time.
Is this silly? Probably. Does it matter? Well, yeah. It does. In this Information Age brought to us courtesy of the Internet, cell phones and television, we all are starting to lose our regional differences. Is this bad? No. But it is rather sad.
In my memories of my Texas childhood, the sound of a soft drink being poured into a glass of ice instantly brings me back to my grandmother’s front yard on the farm in Greenville. I can smell the watermelon as she cut it. I can hear the cows in the pasture bawling at feeding time. I can hear my father ask, “Do you want a coke?”
That takes me down a whole dirt road of memories related to the summer of 1974 when I was 8. My parents and I had just come home to Texas from Wisconsin after being away for two years. Hearing a soft drink called a coke instead of pop reminded me of home, as it still does.
When we lived in Wisconsin, my father took a lot of teasing about his reference to “pop” as a “coke.” It was good-natured, of course. He found it easier to order soft drinks at restaurants up there.
The first time he ordered iced tea at a restaurant, the waitress brought him a dish of ice cream. After that, he’d just ask for a coke and that’s what he’d get. He laughed about that for 30 years afterward.
Daddy used to buy soft drinks by the case. I remember them stacked up on the back porch at our house. He got a deal on both Coca-Cola and Pepsi from one of the grocery stores in town and bought about three cases of each.
There they were, stacked side by side, until one day my father’s German Shepherd took the Pepsi Challenge and dragged a six pack out to the back yard, biting into every can in that pack. Daddy said it looked like a carbonated cola version of the fountains of Bellagio in Las Vegas minus the music. He said that dog practically beat himself to death with his own tongue trying to catch all that flying soda.
Knowing what I know now about dogs and caffeine, I’m surprised Chance survived. It took about three sessions with soap and a garden hose to get the stuff out of his fur.
Nowadays, I barely touch the stuff. It leaves a nasty, sticky after-taste, a fuzzy feeling on my teeth and I’ve gotten so that I can’t stand it anymore. I pretty much stick with water or unsweetened iced tea. But I still know that a Coke is a coke, and so is a Dr Pepper, a Sprite, a 7-Up, a Pepsi and any other cola, un- or otherwise.
Besides, who the heck would want a “pop and a smile?” It just doesn’t have quite the same ring to it.
Thursday, January 29, 2009
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
Texans who were presidents, vice-presidents
Upon the inauguration of our 44th president, I’ve been thinking about the roles Texans have played in the government of our nation. The Georges Bush are not the only Texans to have been involved in U.S. government.
The "Presidents George Bush" are East Coast by birth and Texans by grace. Being born in Texas is required to be considered a "native" Texan. W was born in New Haven, Conn., while HW was born in Milton, Mass. and grew up in Connecticut. Of course, W grew up here, so he’s a "naturalized" Texan. Laura Bush and daughters, Jenna and Barbara, are native Texans. But the "native versus natural" debate is a whole different column for another time.
One of the most notable Texans in history was Lyndon Baines Johnson. He became our 36th president due to a series of unfortunate circumstances about which many Texans find way too painful to talk. So painful, in fact, that if you don’t know how he became president in 1963, I’d just rather you go look it up.
Johnson was born near Stonewall, which is somewhere by the Pedernales River. He graduated from Southwest Texas State Teachers’ College, which is now Texas State University-San Marcos, and was a Texas school teacher for awhile. His subject was public speaking and debate, and folks, he was the grand master of persuasion.
Johnson joined the Navy reserves after December 1941 and while he was still in Congress. He asked for a combat post, but got sent to inspect shipyards instead. I imagine this ticked him off a whole heck of a lot, too. Texans such as Johnson love a good fight and I’m guessing he was not thrilled with the prospect of poking around docks in Texas and the West Coast, which is where he ended up before a short, albeit exciting, tour of the South Pacific.
Johnson was an intelligence-gatherer, a talker and a showman of epic proportions. He had a persuasive style people called "the treatment" which he used depending on his target’s weaknesses, convictions and desires. According to those who knew Johnson, mimicry, humor and the genius of analogy made "the treatment" an almost hypnotic experience and rendered the target stunned and helpless. Some historians called Johnson the most effective Senate majority leader in the history of the United States.
He’s also remembered for picking up his beagle, Him, by his ears. Johnson caught a lot of heat for that from the public, but the dog seemed to have forgiven him.
Johnson has been remembered for a lot of things, among them that he was the president who signed the Civil Rights Act of 1964 and the Higher Education Act of 1965.
He credited his years as a public school teacher for his decision to sign these acts.
"I shall never forget the faces of the boys and the girls in that little Welhausen Mexican School, and I remember even yet the pain of realizing and knowing then that college was closed to practically every one of those children because they were too poor," Johnson said in his address to students at Southwest Texas State after having signed the Higher Education Act. "And I think it was then that I made up my mind that this nation could never rest while the door to knowledge remained closed to any American."
I’m rather proud of the fact that it was a Texan who helped open the doors of education to all Americans.
A little personal sidebar about Johnson: when he came to Southwest Texas State University for that address, my father presented the president with a photograph of the school’s Old Main building at night with a full moon over it. Daddy took that photo. A copy of it hung over our fireplace until a fire at my parents’ home destroyed it in 2000.
I could spend a lot of newspaper space on Johnson, but there is another Texas politician you might not know about and he deserves a little spotlight, too.
John Nance Garner, who was the 44th Speaker of the House of U.S. Representatives and the 32nd Vice President of the United States, was born in Detroit, which is in Red River County. He began his career as a lawyer. He had a habit of calling some journalists rather unflattering and profane names that usually were euphemisms for "coward."
I don’t know a whole lot about the guy, but I like him already.
While a member of the Texas State House of Representatives, Garner supported the prickly pear cactus as the plant to represent Texas. The bluebonnet won out instead, but he earned the nickname "Cactus Jack" as a result. Considering his gift for handing out terse and unflattering monikers to others and his blunt personal style, I think it was appropriate.
Garner was elected to the United States House of Representatives in 1902 from a newly created congressional district covering tens of thousands of square miles of rural South Texas. He was elected from the district fourteen subsequent times, serving until 1933.
Of the things for which he is remembered, if just barely, is that he supported term limits for presidents and opposed executive intervention in the internal business of Congress. He’s also remembered for being somewhat of a burr under Franklin Roosevelt’s presidential saddle. While the two were in office, they clashed over a whole bunch of issues. Roosevelt ran for a third term; Garner said "Enough!" and went home to Uvalde in 1941.
Garner spent 46 years in American politics. He died 15 days short of what was to have been his 99th birthday making him the longest-living Vice-President in U.S. history and, at this writing, still holds that record.
There are many more Texans who have influenced the way this nation runs, but I can’t fit ‘em all into this column. They’re all colorful characters, whether they mean to be or not. That’s kind of a Texas thing, whether "native" or "natural." I think we’d all be a little disappointed if Texans were anything less that that.
The "Presidents George Bush" are East Coast by birth and Texans by grace. Being born in Texas is required to be considered a "native" Texan. W was born in New Haven, Conn., while HW was born in Milton, Mass. and grew up in Connecticut. Of course, W grew up here, so he’s a "naturalized" Texan. Laura Bush and daughters, Jenna and Barbara, are native Texans. But the "native versus natural" debate is a whole different column for another time.
One of the most notable Texans in history was Lyndon Baines Johnson. He became our 36th president due to a series of unfortunate circumstances about which many Texans find way too painful to talk. So painful, in fact, that if you don’t know how he became president in 1963, I’d just rather you go look it up.
Johnson was born near Stonewall, which is somewhere by the Pedernales River. He graduated from Southwest Texas State Teachers’ College, which is now Texas State University-San Marcos, and was a Texas school teacher for awhile. His subject was public speaking and debate, and folks, he was the grand master of persuasion.
Johnson joined the Navy reserves after December 1941 and while he was still in Congress. He asked for a combat post, but got sent to inspect shipyards instead. I imagine this ticked him off a whole heck of a lot, too. Texans such as Johnson love a good fight and I’m guessing he was not thrilled with the prospect of poking around docks in Texas and the West Coast, which is where he ended up before a short, albeit exciting, tour of the South Pacific.
Johnson was an intelligence-gatherer, a talker and a showman of epic proportions. He had a persuasive style people called "the treatment" which he used depending on his target’s weaknesses, convictions and desires. According to those who knew Johnson, mimicry, humor and the genius of analogy made "the treatment" an almost hypnotic experience and rendered the target stunned and helpless. Some historians called Johnson the most effective Senate majority leader in the history of the United States.
He’s also remembered for picking up his beagle, Him, by his ears. Johnson caught a lot of heat for that from the public, but the dog seemed to have forgiven him.
Johnson has been remembered for a lot of things, among them that he was the president who signed the Civil Rights Act of 1964 and the Higher Education Act of 1965.
He credited his years as a public school teacher for his decision to sign these acts.
"I shall never forget the faces of the boys and the girls in that little Welhausen Mexican School, and I remember even yet the pain of realizing and knowing then that college was closed to practically every one of those children because they were too poor," Johnson said in his address to students at Southwest Texas State after having signed the Higher Education Act. "And I think it was then that I made up my mind that this nation could never rest while the door to knowledge remained closed to any American."
I’m rather proud of the fact that it was a Texan who helped open the doors of education to all Americans.
A little personal sidebar about Johnson: when he came to Southwest Texas State University for that address, my father presented the president with a photograph of the school’s Old Main building at night with a full moon over it. Daddy took that photo. A copy of it hung over our fireplace until a fire at my parents’ home destroyed it in 2000.
I could spend a lot of newspaper space on Johnson, but there is another Texas politician you might not know about and he deserves a little spotlight, too.
John Nance Garner, who was the 44th Speaker of the House of U.S. Representatives and the 32nd Vice President of the United States, was born in Detroit, which is in Red River County. He began his career as a lawyer. He had a habit of calling some journalists rather unflattering and profane names that usually were euphemisms for "coward."
I don’t know a whole lot about the guy, but I like him already.
While a member of the Texas State House of Representatives, Garner supported the prickly pear cactus as the plant to represent Texas. The bluebonnet won out instead, but he earned the nickname "Cactus Jack" as a result. Considering his gift for handing out terse and unflattering monikers to others and his blunt personal style, I think it was appropriate.
Garner was elected to the United States House of Representatives in 1902 from a newly created congressional district covering tens of thousands of square miles of rural South Texas. He was elected from the district fourteen subsequent times, serving until 1933.
Of the things for which he is remembered, if just barely, is that he supported term limits for presidents and opposed executive intervention in the internal business of Congress. He’s also remembered for being somewhat of a burr under Franklin Roosevelt’s presidential saddle. While the two were in office, they clashed over a whole bunch of issues. Roosevelt ran for a third term; Garner said "Enough!" and went home to Uvalde in 1941.
Garner spent 46 years in American politics. He died 15 days short of what was to have been his 99th birthday making him the longest-living Vice-President in U.S. history and, at this writing, still holds that record.
There are many more Texans who have influenced the way this nation runs, but I can’t fit ‘em all into this column. They’re all colorful characters, whether they mean to be or not. That’s kind of a Texas thing, whether "native" or "natural." I think we’d all be a little disappointed if Texans were anything less that that.
Monday, January 19, 2009
Toward more Texasesque speech or “All y’all are fixin’ to run screamin’”
Y’all.
It’s a part of Texas speech. Actually, it’s pan-Southern. Go anywhere in the American South and Texas and you will hear “y’all.”
We Texans and Southerners have taken a lot of heat for using “y’all.” I got hollered at by a college professor for using it in class.
“Educated people do not use ‘y’all,’” he snapped.
“Educated people also don’t sound like geese flying south for the winter,” I said, sans Texas accent, in response to his nasal, Midwest accent.
I can feel the heat right now from all y’all who are from north of the Mason-Dixon line. I’m sorry if I’ve offended you, but he had it coming. He honked like a goose every time he opened his mouth. And he was in Texas. When in Rome, do as the Romans. And when in Texas…reeeee-lax, would ya?
I’d like to believe that “y’all” is original to these parts, but it isn’t. It’s not even American.
It’s Scottish. At least, I think it is.
Years ago, I worked with an American bagpipe band. We traveled to Glasgow, Scotland for New Year’s Eve 2001 (Hogmanay is what the Scots call it) on a trip for the band and its fans. We were standing on Argyle Street when a woman approached one of our Families about being careful of pickpockets.
“Y’all might want tae pay mind to yeer luggage,” she said in a thick brogue. “Y’all will get picked clean.”
The Texans in the tour group stood there, open-mouthed. There it was: the proof that “y’all” originated from somewhere other than Texas and the American South.
In Texas, we talk a lot about our Spanish and French heritage. Czech, German and Polish settlements are here. But look at the names of some of the towns around here and you’ll see a definite “plaidness” about the place. McGregor, Hamilton, McKinney, Anderson, Henderson—even Killeen—reflect a Celtic ethnicity. Our trip to Scotland provided us the possible linguistic missing link to Texas speech.
By the way, that’s “Celtic” with a “k” sound, not an “s.” “Celtic” with an “s” is a basketball team.
The plural of “y’all” is “all y’all.” Just thought you’d want to know.
Now, let us address the phrase “fixin’ to.” I know that drives some of y’all bug nuts crazy, but all y’all hear me out.
“Fixin’ to” is our way of putting verbal flip-flop sandals on the phrase “preparing to.” We don’t mean any harm in using it; we’re just dialing down the tone of formality. Using a less gussied up phraseology in no way indicates a lack of education. And if y’all keep harping at us about it, we’re going to make an extra special effort to use it as often as humanly possible just to watch you run screaming north over the Red River.
Let us look at the myriad of ways “fixin’ to” is used:
“I’m fixin’ to go to the store.” Translation: “I am preparing to go to the store,” or “I am about to go to the store.”
“I’m fixin’ to call the doctor.” Translation: “I am preparing to call a physician,” or “I am about to call a physician.”
“I’m fixin’ to fix dinner.” Translation: “I am preparing to cook dinner,” or “I am about to cook dinner.”
While we are on the subject of meals, I must address the regionality of dinner versus supper. In some areas, “dinner” means lunch and “supper” refers to the evening meal. I personally use “dinner” and “supper” to indicate the evening meal, since “lunch” means lunch.
Yep. I’m with you. It’s confusing to me, and I’m from Texas.
It’s a part of Texas speech. Actually, it’s pan-Southern. Go anywhere in the American South and Texas and you will hear “y’all.”
We Texans and Southerners have taken a lot of heat for using “y’all.” I got hollered at by a college professor for using it in class.
“Educated people do not use ‘y’all,’” he snapped.
“Educated people also don’t sound like geese flying south for the winter,” I said, sans Texas accent, in response to his nasal, Midwest accent.
I can feel the heat right now from all y’all who are from north of the Mason-Dixon line. I’m sorry if I’ve offended you, but he had it coming. He honked like a goose every time he opened his mouth. And he was in Texas. When in Rome, do as the Romans. And when in Texas…reeeee-lax, would ya?
I’d like to believe that “y’all” is original to these parts, but it isn’t. It’s not even American.
It’s Scottish. At least, I think it is.
Years ago, I worked with an American bagpipe band. We traveled to Glasgow, Scotland for New Year’s Eve 2001 (Hogmanay is what the Scots call it) on a trip for the band and its fans. We were standing on Argyle Street when a woman approached one of our Families about being careful of pickpockets.
“Y’all might want tae pay mind to yeer luggage,” she said in a thick brogue. “Y’all will get picked clean.”
The Texans in the tour group stood there, open-mouthed. There it was: the proof that “y’all” originated from somewhere other than Texas and the American South.
In Texas, we talk a lot about our Spanish and French heritage. Czech, German and Polish settlements are here. But look at the names of some of the towns around here and you’ll see a definite “plaidness” about the place. McGregor, Hamilton, McKinney, Anderson, Henderson—even Killeen—reflect a Celtic ethnicity. Our trip to Scotland provided us the possible linguistic missing link to Texas speech.
By the way, that’s “Celtic” with a “k” sound, not an “s.” “Celtic” with an “s” is a basketball team.
The plural of “y’all” is “all y’all.” Just thought you’d want to know.
Now, let us address the phrase “fixin’ to.” I know that drives some of y’all bug nuts crazy, but all y’all hear me out.
“Fixin’ to” is our way of putting verbal flip-flop sandals on the phrase “preparing to.” We don’t mean any harm in using it; we’re just dialing down the tone of formality. Using a less gussied up phraseology in no way indicates a lack of education. And if y’all keep harping at us about it, we’re going to make an extra special effort to use it as often as humanly possible just to watch you run screaming north over the Red River.
Let us look at the myriad of ways “fixin’ to” is used:
“I’m fixin’ to go to the store.” Translation: “I am preparing to go to the store,” or “I am about to go to the store.”
“I’m fixin’ to call the doctor.” Translation: “I am preparing to call a physician,” or “I am about to call a physician.”
“I’m fixin’ to fix dinner.” Translation: “I am preparing to cook dinner,” or “I am about to cook dinner.”
While we are on the subject of meals, I must address the regionality of dinner versus supper. In some areas, “dinner” means lunch and “supper” refers to the evening meal. I personally use “dinner” and “supper” to indicate the evening meal, since “lunch” means lunch.
Yep. I’m with you. It’s confusing to me, and I’m from Texas.
How Texans drive in an ice storm
Recent inclement weather brought up the discussion of Texans driving in ice storms. A while back, I addressed the one day of winter here, and that day is coming soon, so y’all pay attention. This is about your survival.
Folks, Texans cannot drive when an ice storm hits. You have been warned.
After that, I shouldn’t need to say more, but I’m from Texas and we love to get long-winded.
It’s January. February is coming. We are about to enter the prime time for that one day of frozen hell that takes all the salt and vinegar out of a Texan’s courage and makes us drive like a discount retailer had a sale on drivers’ licenses. I hate to admit this about my Texas kith and kin, but hey. It’s true. We do not get a lot of wintery days that require snow tires or tire chains or any of that Yankee paraphernalia. Add to that the miles and miles and miles…and MILES of Texas and you have a real recipe for disaster. When that first bit of sleet starts coming down, we freak out like a high school girl over a zit on prom night.
Heather Graham, our news editor at the Sentinel, asked, “Why is it that Texans either drive 30 mph or 90 mph at the slightest sign of ice?”
Ummm…well, I don’t know. Sheer terror? Panic? Nothing better to do?
For those who try to break the sound barrier on our Texas highways, I’m guessing they’re trying to outrun the stuff. For as many tornadoes as we have here, you’d think we’d learn that weather just can’t be outrun.
For the Texans who do about 30 mph when the ice starts coming down, I’m guessing they’re thinking that slower is better, and in this case it might be, but only if everyone on the road agrees. Otherwise, it’s a recipe for disaster. Speed kills. It’s just a question of what speed? Too fast? Too slow? Again, I don’t know.
My advice to you is this: when the ice starts forming on bridges and overpasses, go home. Stay there. Lock down your house and don’t go back out until around June.
I found these driving tips from the American Automobile Association, Texas. My enlightened commentary is in parentheses:
--Avoid driving during the storm if possible. If you must drive, be sure you are alert and able to focus closely on the road. (This reiterates what I just said: don’t leave home. Period.)
--Use your seat belt every time you get in the car. (Now, I thought this was state law, but apparently to some folks, it’s a mere suggestion.)
--Never warm up a vehicle in an enclosed area, such as a garage. (This is one of those to file under “Well, duh!” Carbon monoxide poisoning is serious, so pay attention to this one.)
--Make certain your tires are properly inflated. (I keep a tire pressure gauge in my car anyway.)
--Never mix radial tires with other tire types. (Didn’t know this one. Much wiser now.)
--Keep your gas tank at least half full to avoid gas line freeze up. (Hey, I didn’t know this was possible. Now I’m completely freaked out.)
--If possible, avoid using your parking brake in cold, rainy and snowy weather. (Do I want to know why?)
To minimize the dangers associated with wet winter driving, both the vehicle and the driver must be prepared in advance. The following items carried in your vehicle will be invaluable should an emergency develop:
--Small bag of abrasive material such as sand, salt or kitty litter (And you might want to use the kitty litter in the driver’s seat. I’m just sayin’’…)
--Small snow shovel (You might want a regular shovel too. With precipitation comes mud.)
--Flashlight
--Ice scraper
--Cloth or roll of paper towels
--Booster cables (We call ‘em jumper cables.)
--Blanket
--Warning devices such as flares or triangles (Not a double-barrel shotgun, effective as it may be.)
The advice AAA gave also included this: don’t panic and keep your composure during inclement weather, which made me chuckle. Hey all y’all 23,507,783 terrified Texans. Y’all don’t panic. It’s just an ice storm, not Armageddon.
Folks, Texans cannot drive when an ice storm hits. You have been warned.
After that, I shouldn’t need to say more, but I’m from Texas and we love to get long-winded.
It’s January. February is coming. We are about to enter the prime time for that one day of frozen hell that takes all the salt and vinegar out of a Texan’s courage and makes us drive like a discount retailer had a sale on drivers’ licenses. I hate to admit this about my Texas kith and kin, but hey. It’s true. We do not get a lot of wintery days that require snow tires or tire chains or any of that Yankee paraphernalia. Add to that the miles and miles and miles…and MILES of Texas and you have a real recipe for disaster. When that first bit of sleet starts coming down, we freak out like a high school girl over a zit on prom night.
Heather Graham, our news editor at the Sentinel, asked, “Why is it that Texans either drive 30 mph or 90 mph at the slightest sign of ice?”
Ummm…well, I don’t know. Sheer terror? Panic? Nothing better to do?
For those who try to break the sound barrier on our Texas highways, I’m guessing they’re trying to outrun the stuff. For as many tornadoes as we have here, you’d think we’d learn that weather just can’t be outrun.
For the Texans who do about 30 mph when the ice starts coming down, I’m guessing they’re thinking that slower is better, and in this case it might be, but only if everyone on the road agrees. Otherwise, it’s a recipe for disaster. Speed kills. It’s just a question of what speed? Too fast? Too slow? Again, I don’t know.
My advice to you is this: when the ice starts forming on bridges and overpasses, go home. Stay there. Lock down your house and don’t go back out until around June.
I found these driving tips from the American Automobile Association, Texas. My enlightened commentary is in parentheses:
--Avoid driving during the storm if possible. If you must drive, be sure you are alert and able to focus closely on the road. (This reiterates what I just said: don’t leave home. Period.)
--Use your seat belt every time you get in the car. (Now, I thought this was state law, but apparently to some folks, it’s a mere suggestion.)
--Never warm up a vehicle in an enclosed area, such as a garage. (This is one of those to file under “Well, duh!” Carbon monoxide poisoning is serious, so pay attention to this one.)
--Make certain your tires are properly inflated. (I keep a tire pressure gauge in my car anyway.)
--Never mix radial tires with other tire types. (Didn’t know this one. Much wiser now.)
--Keep your gas tank at least half full to avoid gas line freeze up. (Hey, I didn’t know this was possible. Now I’m completely freaked out.)
--If possible, avoid using your parking brake in cold, rainy and snowy weather. (Do I want to know why?)
To minimize the dangers associated with wet winter driving, both the vehicle and the driver must be prepared in advance. The following items carried in your vehicle will be invaluable should an emergency develop:
--Small bag of abrasive material such as sand, salt or kitty litter (And you might want to use the kitty litter in the driver’s seat. I’m just sayin’’…)
--Small snow shovel (You might want a regular shovel too. With precipitation comes mud.)
--Flashlight
--Ice scraper
--Cloth or roll of paper towels
--Booster cables (We call ‘em jumper cables.)
--Blanket
--Warning devices such as flares or triangles (Not a double-barrel shotgun, effective as it may be.)
The advice AAA gave also included this: don’t panic and keep your composure during inclement weather, which made me chuckle. Hey all y’all 23,507,783 terrified Texans. Y’all don’t panic. It’s just an ice storm, not Armageddon.
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