There’s a companion idea tacked onto yesterday’s entry, but it’s been interrupted working in El Paso. Middle of the night, staying with Grace and Bubba, I woke up to the distinct “yip-yip” of a coyote. Some place down in an arroyo, behind the casa, west side of El Paso.
About the author:
Born and raised in a small town in East Texas, Kramer Wetzel spent years honing his craft in a trailer park in South Austin. He hates writing about himself in third person. More at KramerWetzel.com.
Use of this site (you are here) is covered by all the terms as defined in the fineprint, reply via e-mail.
