Oh, good morrow, ye turkey leg and man with non-ironic leggings and non-ironic, odd beret-like cap upon his furry face! It’s that time of year again, Metroplexians! It’s time to run into that backed-up-out-of-nowhere traffic on Interstate 35 South near Ennis, where you eventually say to yourself, “Oh, crap, it’s that Renaissance thing again. I totally should’ve taken 45 and crossed back over to 35 later!” In all... More >>>