After a week of craziness getting ready for a week of vacation, now I’m back in the bloggin’ saddle again.
Ha! Ol’ Gene Autry was known to ride a desk some. But the real irony is I spent last week in West Texas, around Fort Davis, Alpine, Marfa, which is just about as close to the 19th century as it was in the 19th century cow country days. Sigh.
They have the Internets out there — sort of, more or less … sometimes. One of these days, one of these days, mebbe the good Lord’ll see fit to lead me to an editin’-writin’-preachin’ gig out there!
Not that I don’t love me some Oklahoma. My Sequoyah County roots run deep, to the 1870s. It’s the dang suburbs and cities I’ve been stuck in the past dozen years that’re rubbin’ me raw.
Mebbe I can get The Oklahoman to open a bureau some’rs outside Erick! LOL
Good first-person story on being a young professional in oil-booming Midland, Texas, with its tight housing market, from the Midland Reporter-Telegram.
By the way, I drove through Midland-Odessa last week on vacation (Fort Davis/Davis Mountains/Alpine/Marfa), and the Permian Basin is BOOMING. Of course, it is. But just driving through, jockeying with the oilfield trucks and equipment on the interstate, proves it. Wow.