BAD.

GOOD.

Jimmy, Hunter, and Elise moved here a couple of weeks ago. They live in a hip part of town, South Austin, just off of Congress. Their house has a backyard that is brim-full with possibility. Brim, like the fish. Fish, like what fed the 5,000. So you see.

Them moving has been scandalously nice, for me. I forget how comforting it is to say Mississippi and someone know what you're talking about. And that's pretty much all we talk about which is fine. We could sit on the back porch and not even talk but draw outlines of the state on construction paper. That would be fine.

I'm easy.