The Art of "Y'all"
My siblings and I, Texans from the tops of our heads to the tips of our bare toes, have always called the Lone Star State home. Our Texas blood runs a mile wide and five generations deep. Great-great-great Granddaddy Hiram Cozart came here as a teenager with his parents in 1836 after his older broher was killed in the Goliad Massacre, thus earning the land grant his family claimed. While our baby brother Brent was Manvel-born, three of us were born in Gary, a farming hamlet deep in the Piney Woods of East Texas. Gary was also the birthplace of Woodard Maurice Ritter, better known as Hollywood's singing cowboy Tex Ritter -- our one-horse hometown's only claim to fame. Before the siren call of Holywood, he was always just plain ole Woodward, no fancy nicknames for him. He didn't pick up the name of Tex until a fateful ...