For the next week and a half, I’ll be in Texas. That means swapping my Connecticut Avenue jog for a route through the Hill Country, switching from the Post to the Austin-American Statesman, trading my daily Au Bon Pain soup and a bagle for whatever side they’re serving with the beef that day, trying on bridal gowns in Austin instead of D.C., and instead of turning to Face the Nation for competitive drama, I’m hitting the Texas A&M-Texas game in College Station.
A friend once told me that he hated living in Texas because in order to thrive there, “one must love Texas more than they love themselves.” The good thing about going for a week: it’s impossible not to love it.
Happy Thanksgiving! (Save me some tofurkey.)