Give me spicy ketchup or give me death

I didn’t think it was really possible to find 24 things I’d miss about Texas if I left. But there is. Mostly. Read it and weep.

No Whataburger (the spicy ketchup) would be bad enough. No Blue Bell would be intolerable. And where else in the country could I legally drive 100 plus mph—besides I-10 west of San Antone?

So forget it. I ain’t leavin’.

Via Althouse (not that her Yankee commenters care, but what do they know).

UPDATE:  Do like this comment, however: “Oy. I do think, however, that “Texas” should be taught as one of the basic geometric shapes, along with the circle, rectangle, triangle, and square.”

4 responses to “Give me spicy ketchup or give me death

  1. At night, down that stretch of I-10, you best be driving a full-size truck with a damn good brush buster up front. Those mule deer are heavy.

  2. At least during the day you can see them before you hit them. For sure that 100 mph isn’t continuous for long.

  3. Spicy ketchup? Something I missed out.

  4. We didn’t have enough time. You’ll have to come back.