Ozzy Osbourne died Tuesday at 76. He wasn’t a Texan—rather famously, he pled ignorance to a bit of history known by every Texas schoolchild after getting arrested in, and then banned from, San Antonio for peeing on the Alamo’s cenotaph. But the Birmingham, England–bred heavy metal star was so universally beloved by Texans that there seemed to be a healthy dose of Lone Star spirit in the Prince of Darkness. I came to understand this when I moved from Indiana to the Rio Grande Valley at eighteen, in 1998. College wasn’t in the cards for me, and I shipped off to McAllen after I finished high school to join my parents, who had relocated there a few months prior. The culture shock of moving from a…