It has been said that high school football is the state religion in Texas. I would disagree — the Texan religion has a darker, more pagan flavor to it.
Texans are good and decent people, the ones I’ve met, but there’s something about Texas. It’s a mirrored globe — it is like the US, but strangely distorted and out-of-scale. The ill-proportioned forces at play down there have combined gerrymandering, the prison industry and big money into a bizarre polity that seeks to recreate the dreams they teach as Texan History in the schools. Normally, I try not to think about it, but this coming Tuesday, Texas is having a primary that could prove pivotal to the coming election. I could wish it were anywhere else.
(To be fair, Texans don’t care much for Massachusetts, either.)
And so we fold on. Mélisande* and I keep talking, off and on, about how tato boxes work and why. I said something about the bottoms of the boxes don’t have to be a certain size and she pointed out that they don’t even have to be there. Whoa — heavy on the conceptual, there, sister.
The point is well taken. And I’ve added her point to an already existing fold, the Frangipani Box.