|All wicks burn down.|
a.k.a. This too shall pass.
We've only days left in this Texas border town, and then northward, ho! Here are some tidbital happenings and thoughts in our final times here.
Here is a picture of Zoralee and the little gal, whose faces have been blurred to protect the identities of the innocent. (Actually, the fuzz is due to it being a cell phone picture at dusk, but here you have it.) And wouldn't you know, they never came out to play again.