No, I'm afraid I'm not a Texan. I do remember The Alamo, however. Does that make me a Texan by proxy? <img src="/images/graemlins/smile.gif" alt="" />

That's good enough for me <img src="/images/graemlins/grin.gif" alt="" /> but technically I'm a fake Texan since I wasn't born here. Moved here from the Midwest when I was 4 years old. Shhhhhhhhhhh.... don't tell anyone! <img src="/images/graemlins/smile.gif" alt="" />

do you mean you remember John Wayne... <img src="/images/graemlins/grin.gif" alt="" />
or do you really remember the actual story (or should I say history ...)
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Texas history is a required course in gradschool here so I remember both! <img src="/images/graemlins/smile.gif" alt="" />

Both the John Wayne version and the Discovery Channel reconstruction of the event.

Well I never saw the Discovery channel version but I do remember John Wayne as well as one of the thickest textbooks I ever owned up until college. I really hated lugging that book around in junior highschool.

Funny you should ask...

Last month, I happened to get picked for the "treatment". At the time, I happened to have an Ultimate Survival Strike Force (note that this thing says "STRIKE FORCE" in big bold letters on it) in my briefcase. When the security officer fished it out and started asking questions, I nearly [censored] myself. I had actually forgotten the thing was in there.

Officer: "What's this?"
Me: "Oh, that's just some camping gear" (it was in a pouch with a Mini-Mag and a Brunton Eclipse compass, plus extra batteries)
Officer: "Does this open"
Me: Umm...yes.
Officer: (examining opened Strike Force) "Is this a flint?"
Me: Umm...yes.
Officer continues to examine Strike Force, opening up the cavity in the handle where the Wet Fire tinder is carried
Officer: "Oh, OK." (puts everything back in briefcase and sends me on my way)

Duh. Next time, it goes in the checked bag, along with all the sharps and anything else that might frighten PHRASECENSOREDPOSTERSHOULDKNOWBETTER.. Actually on this trip, I left all the sharps home because I was flying with my boss, who hates waiting for checked bags.

I should mention that I probably survived this experience without getting arrested or my gear confiscated because I was able to develop a rapport with the security guy over the topic of sailing, as he noticed the Wichard stainless steel rigging bits on my keychain ( a couple of snap shackles and a shackle opener/bottle opener)...before he found the Strike Force.

Anyway, I got through OK, but I wouldn't recommend that anyone else try this.