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There are a lot of things I’d rather be doing on a Saturday morning, but I elected to attend the Victoria County Republican convention. Why not? It’s not far from here, and I’ll have a front-row seat at America’s greatest spectator sports- democracy in action.
The weather is blustery but cool enough to wear a dress shirt and tie. I chose a long-sleeved red cotton shirt and a Tabasco tie. If Texas is a red state, I may as well dress the part. The meeting is held in a historical building downtown – the Old Cigar Factory. I like the political incorrectness of the name, and the antique charm of the building itself. But on a day like this, one must bow to modern innovations like air conditioning. At the very least, someone ought to know where the damned thermostat is, and how to turn it on.
Upon arrival, I write my name with a Sharpie on a sticky-tag and pick up a list of resolutions. I peruse the list as I sit in one of the few seats...
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