in a nutshell

the benefit over at ruta maya was packed, the gourds were total mayhem. bad. ass.

and here, molly ivins nails down, a long time ago in a column (her first as co-editor, i totally just ripped off the observer website) my sentimentals exactly (altho she neglects to reference the terrible machismo, but implies it anyway, and that: there is no mercy at all in texas): go here:

http://www.texasobserver.org/molly_archive/hello.html