Old Habits Die Hard...

Before moving to Texas, we had heard all the urban myths about open containers being acceptable for the operator of a motorized vehicle.

Imagine our surprise as we finished up a Saturday of house hunting, pulled up to a stop light, and noticed the gentlemen in the pickup next to us finishing off his Miller Lite. Meanwhile at the same intersection, a county sherriff made a left turn at that moment.

So certainly it shouldn't have been so shocking as we drove home from Dallas last Sunday to be passing much more beat up pick-up truck with passengers in the bed, in what could only have been a deep philosophical discussion, over the libations in their bottles.

Man. I'm hearing those dueling banjos again...