You know what it’s like to talk to out-of-towners about Houston. They don’t have a clue. They think we’re a poky desert town — Abilene with the Astrodome. They think we’re all cowboys and oilmen. They don’t begin to fathom what a complicated, whacked-out mess we actually are. Even worse: They don’t care. They think Houston is boring. But now there’s the Sinaloa cartel!
Their lifestyles? Elmore Leonard and Carl Hiaasen, working together, couldn’t do them justice. One drove a purple Hummer and catered to Montrose’s gay community; another guy worked as a stripper. When we tell that story to out-of-towners — and we will — it’ll be a dark, sneaky way to brag about Houston’s diversity. It’ll stand as incontrovertible proof that around here, diversity is more than something we mumble about in kindergarten classes and H.R. meetings. In practical, git-’er-done Houston, we respect any strategy that turns a profit. Around here, the color of your skin matters less than the color of your money.
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