Here’s why you don’t mess with Texas

Greg and I took Abe to a state park today that was about 90 miles east of Austin. We drove through the boonies to get there. On the way back, we saw a man on the side of the road selling some sort of produce. As we passed, we read his sign: Knives, $2 or $3 each.

“I’ve never seen that before,” Greg said.

“Well, what did you think he was going to be selling?” I asked. “Peaches?”