As an active participant of the neighborhood beer-chugging club I didn't know existed, I was invited to a beer-chugging event. It was on the edge of town and I ended up meeting a lot of people local to to 'hood. To my great surprise, the majority of us were Texans. As beer-chugging Texans are wont to do, the subject of Lone Star arose, and those of us around the same age group waxed it poetic.
The day before Thanksgiving, the beer-fairy delivered a 12-pack to my door, returning from a recent trip to Waco. I think I'm going to like it here.