Playing Cowboy: That Widespread Breed, the Expatriate

“All you goddamn expatriates act like time froze somewhere in the 1950s,” a Texan friend told returning native King. “You’d think we hadn’t discovered television down here, or the car, or skin flicks, or dope. Hell, we grew us a President down here. We’ve got tall buildings and longhairs and some of us know how to ski!”