THE EYES OF TEXAS ARE UPON ME….My mother is shocked ? shocked! ? to learn from this post that I didn’t know the tune to “The Yellow Rose of Texas.” Why? Because, she informs me, at the precise moment I was born the muzak wafting through the speakers of St. Mary’s Hospital was…..”The Yellow Rose of Texas.” It was literally the first sound I ever heard.

It’s amazing the things your parents never tell you unless you give them just the right stimulus, isn’t it? Now, however, I live in fear that I have been genetically programmed and, Manchurian Candidate-like, will find myself blissfully voting for George Bush in 2004 without even knowing why. Shiver.

(If your popular culture references are as weak as mine, click here to listen to the tune. Like me, you’ll recognize it immediately as soon as you hear it.)

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