Friday, October 21, 2022

Starting again

 Willie Nelson, who has written a song or two about Texas, put it this way:

When I feel like bragging

I just up and say,

I’m a native son of San Antone.

I’m not a native son, but living in San Antonio feels like something to brag about. We spent five years there. I recommend it highly.

But today, we’re in Stone Mountain, Ga. I'm looking forward to unpacking my books. I’m looking for a new creek.

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