If you were not aware ...

... I am back in Pennsylvania. Forget about that Texas stars are bright thing. The air was thick, the sun has a smell, the Alamo is a shed and the tall hat tradition with toe-backy in the cheek should come to an end. Cowboy hats and chew go hand in hand like a polka moves the seniors. They might love it but they can't pull it off on the dance floor anymore.

Finally the delight of autumn emerges in a place that performs all four seasons, and does it well. I'm liking PA!

Moon

The moon was so bright last night the clouds could not cover it.