what a difference a day can make! tuesday night into early wednesday morning a system blew through here with a fury of hail hell, packing winds upwards of 70 mph. this morning is the exact opposite. the stars and stripes are hanging straight down on the flag pole at the curb. it is utterly calm, a rare and beautiful day in the panhandle of texas.
and as i write this i see the stripes begin to stir as if to say, 'i can hear you in there typing about me!'
the air is never still for long around these parts.