I still miss Marvin Zindler. I think it should be a national law that every person should have to hear that sign off at least once in a lifetime.
I've seen it before back in the late '80's. It was flying into Ellington after landing somewhere (I think) in California.
As for knowing those who are not from Houston.... anyone else recall those black Monte Carlos and Grand Prixs in the 70's with Michigan plates...and no air?
Here are some of the best ones: You know you're from Austin when: You never bother looking at the Capital Metro schedule because you know the drivers have never seen it. You haven't been to Hippie Hollow since the first month you moved to Austin. A man walks on The Drag in full leather regalia and crotchless chaps ...You don't notice. You start to worry when you don't see the cross-dressing, bearded guy in-a-tutu-and- bikini-top-who-has-made-a-statement-with-his-grocery-cart-and-cardboard-box-art/shelter on your way to work in the morning. Scarier yet, you know his name is name is actually Leslie. You'll make dinner or bar plans around who's got the best margaritas. You complain about their prices but still shop at Central Market for the scene. You don't even think about getting good seats to the Longhorns football games. For other Southerners: You know you're from Tennessee when: You butter your hot biscuit by cutting it open, putting a slab of butter inside and closing it back up again. (note from me: if this isn't normal, then what are you supposed to do with it?) You know you're from Alabama when: You have a party or a barbeque whenever Alabama plays Auburn in football. You've said "fixin' to," "might could," or "usetacould" during the last week. Someone you know has used a football schedule to plan their wedding date. You know exactly what chitlins and mountain oysters are, and you know someone who eats them anyway. You aren't surprised to find rental movies, groceries, ammunition and bait all in the same store. You know you're from Arkansas when: You say catty-wampus and tumped over. You think orange barrels are really part of the interstate system. When the forecast calls for an inch of snow, you run out with all the other crazies to stand in line for three hours to buy a month's worth of groceries. You see "No Hunting" signs are riddled with bullet holes. When you give directions they include "over yonder," "down the road a piece," and "right near." Finally, for most of us, you know you're from TEXAS when: You prefer Whataburger to McDonalds. You're disappointed when a food doesn't come in spicy flavor. You choose a brand of Mexican salsa with the same care that another might use to select a bottle of fine wine You don't consider people from Austin to be real Texans.
