Just spent the last six days in Texas, from Denton to Sinton to Goliad to Gainesville. Rented a car, stayed in great hotels, and even managed to eat some outstanding Tex-Mex food, but there's a f'kload of Texas to drive across and I noted the following:
1) 95 percent of the FM radio stations are Mexican crapfest music. WTF? I used to be able to count on western swing, classic country, southern rock, or eclectic Austin mix for miles and miles. Now it's accordion shit and Mexican disco.
2) And while we're on the subject of Austin. What.the.fuck.? I got caught on I-35 at Round Rock at around 3 PM and it took two f'kin hours to get clear of Austin. AUSTIN. I-35 is six lanes through that MF. This isn't Dallas, which I blazed through at 75 mph, or San Antonio (ditto).
Next time I'm loading up my iPod and leaving the radio off.
I will make the following observations. Port Aransas, although, unfortunately discovered by all too many people and over-touristy, is as close to heaven as one needs. Uncle Julio's is the best Tex-Mex food going. End of story. Also, there's this medieval-looking fortress out in the middle of nowhere east Texas (Goliad/Presidio la Bahia). Why isn't this better known than the Alamo? The argument could be made that even though the Alamo garrison was outnumbered and surprise-attacked at 3:00 - 4:00 AM, they were men-at-arms. Goliad was an outright war crime where unarmed prisoners were summarily shot, including the wounded, then burned and fed to the wolves. Go there. Walk around Bahia.
I still love it, but it ain't the Texas I remember from 1968.