Doing Our Best to Keep Austin Weird—Part 2 “When in Rome… er, Austin” My Beloved used to say I was “bohemian.” I think it was because I wore clogs and was somewhat of a free spirit. Austin is definitely a throw back to my quasi hippie chick days. Who’d have thought that in the middle of Bush country, in the state that gave us Big Oil, Big Hair and J.R. Ewing, there would be such an enclave of funky weirdness? Seeing the Longhorn cheerleaders (think Dallas Cowboy cheerleaders, only younger) at UT sporting events, you’d never guess they share a campus with today’s version of the Beat Generation. Darling Daughter and I met Samantha as we strolled down The Drag (Guadalupe Street) on Friday morning. Samantha seemed to have all of her stuff with her, including her black lab, Cracker, who was snoozing in the sun on the steps of a church. Samantha rose as we passed and asked if she could read us a poem she’d written. It was really a song, she explained, but she was too shy to actually sing it ...