The Fourth of July in "the 903"

This year, Melissa, Taylor and I were invited to share the Fourth of July weekend with Geoff and Suzy at their lake house on Cedar Creek Lake. How could we say "no" to that?????

So we packed up our three dogs and a cooler and hit the road for Tool, Texas.

That part of Texas, by the way, is sometimes referred to as "the 903." "903" is also, apparently, commonly used as an adjective.

e.g. "That guy with the eight tattoos, sleeveless shirt and teenage baby-momma is totally 903."

Okay, hold on just a sec... that example implies a negative connotation about "the 903." That isn't necessarily a fair shake. Though the native "903-er" may often appear to be somewhat more "Jerry Springer" than many of his or her city-dwelling counterparts (especially in DFW) this doesn't necessarily equate him or her to the persona of someone from the "wrong side of the tracks" in the metroplex.

I mean, these are more of the genuine, down-home, more or less friendly,  Texas country red-neck types -- not the typical scary-as-hell, hoodlum, meth-peddling inner- and south-city brand of red-necks.

Hell, I could be wrong but they seemed like pretty alright folks to me on this visit an nobody threatened to stick me with a knife or anything for being in their private community park on the holiday. (Though we were there with a local 903-er.)

It was a good time. Here are some pics...