San Antonio is not in the West, according to Janet’s air conditioning. It is, however, still very friendly–and humid. The Border Patrol officer at Uvalde, who seemed to find us…
We’re in the Blue Ridge Mountains! Woke up this morning in Maggie Valley, North Carolina, not sticky with sweat! The no-see-um’s biting my ankles, and the occasional, disconcerting bang…
Nothing is as it seems–nor is it otherwise. Someone once told me the latter half of that phrase was a Zen koan. I can’t corroborate that. But after spending over…
