As a boy, I lived a spell in East Texas. Somewhere on the edge of the urban sprawl, my sister and I ran barefooted down dirt roads, sat under the shade of mesquite groves, and tromped through fields of briars to the neighbor-lady’s house with all the aquariums. We were home on the range and my parents let us roam free, at least mostly free.
There was a standing rule in the Haines family: don’t be caught out in an East Texas lightning storm.
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Also, for those of you looking for a Titus update, Amber posted one this morning. Thanks for all the prayers. We’re coming along slowly but surely.