I took my own advice and went to the Juneteenth celebration here. As far as fun is concerned, it wasn't much. Texas is still a Southern state, and as a result most of the black people were the pitmasters at the cook-offs, while the white guys sat around and shot the breeze to the background of 35-year-old country music. So much for good jazz.
However, it was impressed upon me once again that the best results are one on one. I found a lot of people who supported Alan but didn't know he's still running, before I, unprotected by the natural SPF of African-Americans, Hispanics, and cowboy types, had to get home to avoid sunburn.