This man from the Northeast moved to Texas when his company closed and relocated, and from the first he was struck by the prominence of state flags everywhere, and how Texans were constantly bragging about their history and culture.
The northerner found his new Texas co-workers friendly as hell, far as that goes. From the start, in fact, they had invited him to join them each afternoon after work when they would have a few cold beers at a nearby bar. Still, they would rib him a lot with talk about The Alamo, San Jacinto, Travis, Bowie and Crockett, Hood's Texas Brigade... and yankee jokes of course.
Anyway, after a few months or so, it got to irritating him and, finally, one Friday afternoon, the yankee lost his temper and cut in: "You damn Texans think you guys were created on Day One! There are heroes up where I come from too, you know," he rejoined.
The Texans looked at each other, baffled a bit.
"Like who?" one of the Lone Star boys finally asked.
"Like Paul Revere, THAT'S WHO," the yankee replied smugly.
After a bit more confusion among the Texans, one of them snapped his fingers in recognition of the name and replied:
"Oh yeah! Wasn't he that feller who ran out of the house in the middle of the night hollerin' for help?"