My brother and his wife are closing on a house. It's at the base of the mountain range that I used to run in El Paso. Aside from the pesky summer fires and a water reserve that's had ten years to go for the last fifteen, it's a great area with matchless weather. Their back yard is essentially a State Park, complete with twenty foot tall yuccas and abandoned cabins. They get coyotes and desert deer in the morning, and wind scorpions at night. They can see the sunrise over the flats. They have four bedrooms and a garage and a golden retriever that can roll around in the pink gravel that serves as a lawn.
And I get the distinct impression that I'm falling behind.
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