Let’s talk about Texas this week dear diary. I know that’s top of your list too.
This state now has an “open carry” law regarding guns. That means pretty well anyone over the age of four can carry and use these weapons when they feel they need to. I know, I’m interpreting rather loosely, but I do that on a regular basis don’t I?
The new law has made even a few Texans a little nervous, especially those on university campuses.
Texas university professors and lecturers were being tutored last week about the nuances of the new law. They were being told it might not be a great idea to provoke the students attending their lectures. They needed to go easy on them.
Funny thing here, I thought one of the most important duties of a professor was to provoke students. Isn’t that the mandate? Raise the question, challenge them, urge them to think about alternate solutions, open their minds to options, debate the issues and concepts and then have them turn in brilliant eye-opening papers that would earn them a B+ and one credit toward a degree.
But no, not in Texas because the fear of a gun-totting 20-year-old in the third row who doesn’t like what the prof is saying, just might lead to some holster-clearing action that erupts into Chapter 11 of the Gunfight at the O.K. Corral.
So don’t anger up the students Ms. Professor unless you’re ready to exchange gunfire.
As it was noted in a Sports Illustrated article on rugby, a few months back when one English wag told an American rugby fan, “It’s not your rugby playing that makes you the laughingstock, it’s your guns.”
Then there is the good Texas.
I read where seven friends in the Lone Star state were determined to keep their school years friendship intact, just because they liked one another and hated to see childhood friendships get lost in the shuffle of growing up.
They bought a tract of land, in Texas of course, and 10 common acres I guess, near nowheresville.
They built four tiny 350 square foot galvanized cabins, because they didn’t like the idea of hauling and circling trailers.
They agree to meet there at least once a year, every July 4, but also often plan get-togethers at Christmas and a couple of other “for sure” dates. Spouses and friends are welcomed.
These friends are now in their mid-to-late 50s. They still get a kick out of the idea and enjoy each other’s company. They know their friends’ personalities, their quirks and strong points, and move along accordingly.
The tiny galvanized cabins, which were pictured in the article, remain simple and pretty well untouched except for required maintenance. After all, they are there for the friendships, not to build Valhalla. They are cleaned and appreciated as is the common property that gets tended to as required, I presume. Nothing special it seems, no work schedule, just do what you do when you care to do it. Grow a garden or not, who cares, we’re here for the laughs and the friendship. When they need to get away to contemplate or pout awhile, there are those tiny cabins and, one, two, three or six friends available to help them.
It’s worked for them and maybe its because they’re Texans and we know that Texans are big, bold, warm-hearted people who, on occasion, might want to shoot you. Just depends on the weather, maybe?
By the way, I’ve never ventured into Texas and I don’t own a gun so I don’t belong there.