The Hogsty

Morning everyone.


47° light overcast towards the East and the flags across the street are stirring.

Guy moved in over there about three years ago, from Texas, said his town was getting too South of the border, neighborhood area was getting more and more cars "borrowed" overnight.

Morning. Kinda cloudy and kinda not. 48 degrees, air not overly enthusuastic (yet), high of 72 predicted.

My brother lives roughly a mile from the border in a very nice neighborhood. When I visited 17 years ago, he casually pointed out the local druglord's house. We lived in Brownsville when I was a little girl. Nothing could induce me to return short of handcuffs and an armed escort with high powered rifles aimed at my head. What I recall as miles and miles of farmland and orchards is now cement and traffic.