I went to HS for a year in Austin back in the yesteryear. I also lived for 4 years in College Station home of Texas A&M where I captured a graduate degree. Have you been to Langtry? Del Rio? Marfa? GunBarrel City? Dimebox?
I am 4th generation Texan and have been to all those places plus Elm Flats, Rural Shade, Cut and Shoot (Did the school photography there in '73), Adobe Walls, Nockenut, La Grange, Luckenbock, Back City, Bay City, Bridge City and, of course, the before mentioned Gun Barrel City that is just a hoot and hollow from me here in the Big C called Corsicana rank outsiders.
The bottom line to our disagreement is your saying Lone Star is skunk beer. Opinions, especially over beer, are like rectums. Every one has at least one.
Well, I've know a few native Texan who preferred another brand over Lone Star. My old Pappy liked Schlitz the best, my Grandpappy Pabst Blue Ribbon but neither one nor any other beer drinking Texan I know would turn down an ice cold Lone Star.
So, as I said earlier, if you don't like Lone Star, fine. That leaves more for me!
BTW I mention La Grange because it is the setting for my favorite Aggie Joke:
These two Aggies were hicthhiking through La Grange and hit a slow patch of highway. All the cars would head right for the Aggies, but turn off into a driveway just before them.
The cars would all go up the road to this huge house. The men in the cars would get out and ring the doorbell. A beautiful woman would come to the door, give the men a big smile. The men would pull out their wallets and give the woman a hundred dollar bill. The woman would then smile wider and invite them inside.
After a half hour or so, the men would come back out with huge smiles on their faces. They would they get back into their car and drive down the driveway and turn on the road going away from the Aggies.
"Say, Pard," the taller of the two Aggies said to the other. "That woman up there must be selling something really wonderful!"
"She sure must be," replied the short Aggie. "Wonder what it is?"
After most of an entire afternoon had passed with the Aggies watching car after car come and go, they both finally decided to got see for themselves what the woman was selling.
They walked up to the door, but the tall Aggies suddenly said, "Whoa, Pard, we need to see how much money we got!"
They pooled what funds they had between them and it came up to one dollar and sixteen cents.
The short Aggies rang the doorbell and when the woman opened the door, she was exceptionally beautiful and her smile was dazzling.
The Aggies smiled back and the tall one held out his hand with the $1.16 in his palm.
The smile vanished from the beautiful lady and she stepped back into the house. The Aggies followed her and she simply said, "George?"
She walked away as the biggest black man either of those two Aggies had ever seen came up and grabbed them both by the neck. He took them out back of the house and proceeded to beat the living crap out of each. Finished, he dragged their unconscious bodies down the driveway and dumped them on the side of the highway.
About and hour later, the Aggies started to came to. The tall one raised up on his elbow and say, "Pard, I don't think I could'a stood a hundred dollars of that!"
I've also heard Aggie tell relay this tale with two Teasips being the hitchhikers. Once I even hear it told as two Southern Methodist undergrads, but I don't believe that for a moment. Hell, them Hilltop boys always had scads of cash on them from their rich daddies!
So in complete truthfulness, I must admit I did attend SMU. I went one semester of law school there and it taught me a valuable lesson. I discovered I had more than enough testicular fortitude, the pure gall and a big enough bladder to be a lawyer, but the liberal bullscattis was too deep for me to wade past 30 more months of it!