New Mexico in the fall.

I am lucky enough to have gotten to live in New Mexico for nearly 4 years.  They weren’t 4 contiguous years; I actually lived there twice, due to being called back onto Active Duty after September 11th. I lived there long enough for it to become a part of me, but the truth is that…

San Francisco, September.

Sometimes I just crave a change of scenery.  Or perhaps it would be more accurate to say a change of temperature. It’s that time of year in Georgia when I find myself obsessively checking Weather.com, hoping that maybe, just maybe they had the forecast wrong and it won’t really be 91 degrees on the 5th…