by Mike Cheney
When I moved to Texas in late 2005, I really didn’t quite know what to think. Having spent the previous 12 years in rural Missouri and growing up in rural Michigan really didn’t prepare me for what I was moving into. It was a bit of a shock, really.
Sure, I knew about some of the music (didn’t really know about the regional music until I stumbled upon it) and we all are taught about the Alamo, oil and the cattle that dot the landscape in grade school. But, the beauty that the land holds from the top of the panhandle to the bottom by Laredo is unmatched. It’s something that can’t be taught with pictures. It has to be witnessed firsthand to truly get the grasp you need.
The most interesting part of Texas is that no matter where you are, the natives look at transplants a little differently. I’m not sure if it is good or bad thing, really. One thing I have learned is that if you try to change the culture or how they think, you’re going to be shunned as if you questioned Tom Landry’s commitment to the Cowboys. If you’re here and you want to be even remotely accepted, sit back and watch. Ask questions about things, but don’t be overly nosy. It takes an observant person about 20 seconds to learn that Texans are polite, but not overly friendly. If a Texan wants to show you something or how it is done, you can bet they are proud of it. If you accept them as they are and don’t try to change every possible thing in creation, they might actually like you.