Last night, when we were listening to a local bluegrass band playing at a chilly outdoor amphitheater at Brazos Bend State Park, they did a number titled “5 Pounds of Possum in my Headlights Tonight.” It’s a cute song about a working mom with no money, an empty refrigerator, and a supper opportunity — as the title says. I suspect PETA has not approved the song. It reminded me that we are in Texas .. a long way .. in many ways, from Vermont.
you know you’re in Texas:
.. when a bluegrass band plays Five Pounds of Possum in my Headlights Tonight.
.. when empty plastic bottles rattle around the back of the pickup since no one recycles. We’ve only found one Texas State Park with containers and all there seems to be are out-of-the-way municipal sites .. not easy to reach when hauling an Airstream.
.. when you check out groceries and the register beeps and refuses to sell you beer — because it’s Sunday and you can’t buy beer until 1:00 P.M.
.. when all you can get on the truck radio is country/western music and religious broadcasting.
— when barbecue is not what you do, but what you eat
— when only the state flag is flying over the visitors center (we decided not to ask why)
We’ve enjoyed Texas: the weather, the people, the birds and the wildlife. The Texas State Park system is excellent with better facilities than Vermont parks. Yet the reports of early spring days back home are starting to tug at us and I can sense how the robins and redwing blackbirds might feel — it’s time to start making plans to head north.
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