The Greenies aren't so bad either.
Amid all my surprise and delight and unexpected happiness at being back in Connecticut, though, I'm really missing Fort Davis these days.
I miss that view of the town from atop the state park.
I miss the storms blowing in.
I miss that big-ass sky.
What, exactly, can you say about a drive home -- Marfa-to-Fort Davis -- like this?
I miss that wide open expanse of horizon, that my man Billy-boy captures so well.
I miss my little friend Horny Toad, in our yard.
I miss lightning storms that strike church steeples, with no one worse for the wear.
I miss Texas' coolest peeps.