Texas wants you anyway.

I was in “The Greater Houston Area” during the holiday to visit my parents. Although I have previously lived in Texas (twelve years in Houston, four in Austin), I lack a discernable accent and, when I’m away from it long enough, a full appreciation for the Texas mystique.

The name Texas is a derivative of “Tejas” (a mangled form of Thecas) used by the Hasinais tribe when referring to allies. The state motto is derived from this to be friendship , but there was strong objection to putting “The Friendship State” on the license plates. Governor Richards is often quoted as saying it was “wimpy.” Thus, “The Lone Star State” still reigns on license plates.

In school, we were required to take two years of Texas history, compared to one year of American history and a half year of world history. So yes, I’ve been to the Alamo, Washington on the Brazos and the Treaty Oak. I also learned all sorts of obscure “state things” like the state tree (pecan), fish (guadalupe bass), large mammal (longhorn), small animal (flying cockroach) and yodel (you don’t want to know). I still remember the local pronounciation of Humble, Bexar County, and Kuykendahl Road, though I’m still confused whether the “J” in San Jacinto is pronounced like the J in “Jim” or the J in “jalapeño.” (To be fair, the English language in general is bizarre. The “K” in knight is silent; “x” in xylophone is pronounced as a z; and don’t get me started on the “ough” in through, though, cough, rough and bough.)

Texas prides itself on all things big, including religion. As we drove up and down Highway 59 (the future Interstate 69), I was surprised at the quantity and size of the churches. I was filled in on bits and pieces of the local
church-equivalent of “office politics.” For example, a nearby church
was co-administered by a couple of pastors who had a “frank exchange of views.” One later rented part of a struggling strip mall. The juxtaposition of a “Luby’s Cafeteria” and this house of worship is as surreal as the concept of two Southern Baptist ministers having a serious enough disagreement that warrants starting another congregation.

A mile south is a church undergoing its fourth expansion in as many years. Across the highway is one whose parking lot is packed on Sunday because the doors are locked at exactly 8:30 a.m. — a curious interpretation of the eleventh commandment, “Thou shalt be prompt.”

I had some fun reading the local newspaper while I was there. Three stories that grabbed my attention:

  • Kendra Schroeder received her Christmas gift, a $7,000 pair of breast implants, “just in time for holiday parties.” In the photo of her new … presents is the doctor in the background, taking “a rare afternoon break between cases” (to admire his handiwork?).
  • Police-related shootings in Harris County drop to a 25-year low. (No comment.)
  • The city has implemented a mandatory towing ordinance to relieve congestion on the freeways. The implications of this are potentially interesting:

    Motorists no longer will be allowed to change a flat tire on the freeway shoulder, walk to the nearest gas station to obtain additional fuel or call their own help. [… Drivers will] be charged $75 for the first five miles and $1.50 per mile thereafter.
    Motorists [… ] face temporary seizure of their vehicle if they lack any form of payment [and] will have to pick up their cars from storage lots, paying a storage fee in addition to the standard towing rate.

    (Do you think the tow truck drivers would be tempted to drop nails on the roads?)

The immense physical size of Houston isn’t fully appreciated until one has to drive through it. For example, our drive to the Houston Zoo was just under 50 miles. One night we drove 45 miles to go to El Tiempo, a Mexican restaurant. The food was worth it: warm roasted tomato salsa, handmade tortillas, tomatillo salsa, whole beans and prime rib fajitas.


Another example of the “bigness” was the impressive display of Christmas decorations in the place next door. This is probably the real reason that transformer blew out on Christmas eve.

People have good manners. I heard a lot of “Pardon me’s” and “Thank You’s” in unexpected places. It’s not every day that a woman refers to me as “Hon,” “Darlin'” and “Sweetie” in the span of five minutes and in front of my spouse.

One thing I do miss is the grocery stores. We stopped at H.E.B. Central Market, their flagship store with a vast armada of produce, fresh-baked artisan breads, and a deli stocked with no fewer than 20 kinds of olives. It was delicious. I snapped out of the reverie when I came home and walked into PCC only to find they were out of portabella mushrooms, again. Later this week, I get to monkey with the bullshit dual-pricing structure used by Albertson’s, Safeway, and QFC. (I got my Safeway Affinity Card right here.)

11 thoughts on “Texas wants you anyway.”

  1. You remind me too much of my Dad… reading the paper and having all the goings-on of a particular area stick in his head, only to be quoted back to someone later when his memory is jogged. When he travels, he must pick up a paper whenever he comes close to one he has not read yet.

    The HEB Central Market sounds yummy. There is a store here that doesn’t even know where their avacados are. Can you believe it? 🙂

  2. Lisa commented:

    >There is a store here that doesn’t even know where their avacados are.

    That sounds like a classic “milk carton” message to me:

    Do you know where *your* avocados are? 🙂

  3. Stop, Jim, you’re making me homesick…

    Are you going to visit Rice? If you haven’t been there in a while you won’t recognize the place. ICSA is still the same, tho (note I am not using the “ough”)

  4. HEB Central Market is a very fun place to shop. It’s very labyrinthine, and at the end is the deli section, where there’s cheese. It was thus the butt of many jokes. (Which is recursive humor because the “B” in “HEB” is “Butt.”)

    The cafe was often staffed by professional chefs on tour or temporarily there. It’s one of the few places I’ve had duxelles.

    Mitch – I passed by, but did not visit Rice (I was outvoted 3-1). There are a lot of buildings where I remember open, green fields. There’s also an electric light rail running to campus.

  5. I was scared by the traffic in Houston. And it’s not exactly the most beautiful city in the US.. it’s like Los Angeles with humidity and torrential downpours.

    The access roads running next to the freeways were interesting and confusing for a first-timer.

  6. Traffic in Houston is scary, but not nearly as much as traffic in Boston. The really scary part is seeing the planned construction of a fourth “loop” around the city.

    The lesser Houston area would be: Galveston, Katy, Conroe. There are numerous suburbs that have been slowly absorbed by the city (e.g., Kingwood), but the sprawl continues.

    There are some very nice areas of town — River Oaks, University area, even the downtown skyline. But it’s a poster child for zoning.

  7. Humble — the H is silent, “umble”
    Bexar is pronounced “bear”
    Kuykendahl is pronounced “Kirk-in-doll”
    Houston is usually “ewes-tun”

    In all fairness, when I first moved up here, I didn’t know the proper pronounciations of “Puget,” “Spokane,” or “Puyallup” 🙂

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