The backstory: We were at DFW airport, taking the airport train from one terminal to another. The ride took us around miles and miles of parking lots filled with cars glittering in the hot Texas sun. JT watched for a while and then turned to me with an observation offered in a tone that was one part awe, two parts condemnation.
JT: Man, there are A LOT of pickup trucks in those parking lots, Mama.
Beware, middle America: the east coast judges you.
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