My Town Monday--Hot Dogs and Hot Votes
Texas, as many of you know, is weird. This weekend we were out in the garden planting zinnia and marigold seeds, pruning the rose bushes for spring. In shorts.
This guy (left) was hanging out on our brick wall, soaking up some sunshine.
Kern even whipped up some gourmet grilled hot dogs with whole wheat buns and a variety of peppers--which looked like this. Can't you smell them?
I don't know what it is, but to me a grilled hot dog, with peppers and spicy mustard (and the occasional jalapeno) is one of the best things on earth. (Almost makes me forget those horrific meat scenes from Sinclair's The Jungle.)
Today, it's frigid and raining and I'm in two layers of clothes hoping my plants don't freeze to death. I'd say it's odd, but given this is Texas, it's pretty normal.
Even though the weathers pulled a chilly snap, the political races are heating up huge in my town, as the primaries and caucuses are held in Texas tomorrow, March 4th. There are signs on almost every available corner, with Hillary Clinton, John McCain, Mike Huckabee, Barak Obama and Ron Paul (bless his heart) vying for roadside visibility. Candidates have cruised through our area, pulling in huge crowds in Fort Worth (and our neighbor to the east, Dallas) as well as other cities throughout the state. Our daily paper has new photo ops with grinning politicians, shaking hands and asking for votes. Almost every day we have messages from council leaders, our governor with the good hair, Rick Perry, and taped messages from the candidates themselves.
Do I mind the political flurry? Not one bit. Because I'm an American and the right to vote isn't one I take lightly. Plus, it's exciting to see the political pundits focused on my home state, knowing that the races aren't over until somebody nabs Texas. No matter how weird we are.
So, here's my two cents: get out and vote. Exercise your right and let your voice be heard. Take your kids, visit with your neighbors in line--and do the right thing. I'll be out there, and afterward I may just treat myself to a hot dog. It's just so American.
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