On your trip through Arizona, did you go on a horse with no name?
Was it good to get out of the rain?
Were you able to remember your name?
If not, can you remember it now?
That’s an interesting part of the world down there. I have a inborn desire to see mountains when I look around, and that don’t happen much down there. Before I went to college I considered anything south of Atlanta to be way-bad south Georgia.
You’ve got to be when things are as far apart as they are in that area. I used to game with some folks in Warner Robins, but was always bummed out by the drive.
-rainy