When I was much younger living in south Texas, I dreamed of moving to Austin. Austin; a place to do a thousand things. It seemed to me, at the time, that was where I wanted to live and party. Everything was a party; concerts in the parks, Willie Nelson dropping in on a flea infested cowboy bar, cutesy shops everywhere, the beer flowed…Oat Willie’s head shop was the local legend…Cisco’s restaurant, catered to the bar crowd, and served “transfusions” at 7:30 am with their world famous migas. Soap Creek Saloon with sawdust on the floor still…those were the days. Live bands in the park that sounded just like Lynyrd Skynyrd. 4th of July was spectacular.
Folks went to work, and partied when not working…such a deal. Everyone had roommates, as no one could afford to live alone, given the low wages compared to available housing…that has not changed.
Yeah, it’s happening.
I think I would rather have my teeth pulled without antisthetic than drive Interstate 35 through Austin, and suburbia. That highway has been under constant construction since 1975. I think the population now is approaching a million in the metroplex.
I lived and visited good friends in Cedar Park, suburban Austin for many years, until I discovered what liberalism did to them.
Now my brother and nephew live in same area…hopefully, they’ll hang on to their balls…and their guns.
I would not live there if someone bought and paid for my house.