I'm on the Road to Somewhere

One of the unfortunate realities of living in Rockport is working in Corpus Christi. The living here is great, the working is nonexistent, so I have had to settle for working down the road in another fishing village, Corpus Christi.

Thirty miles one way, every work day, both ways, thirty miles, in a car, by myself, every day to work, driving.

Thirty miles.



Windshield is cracked and the sourgum is done.

Cotton is up.

Bridge rusts.