I don’t know a lot about Sam Houston. But apparently he once taught school near here for a few months, and now there’s this entire place dedicated to him. I suspect that if I could talk to Sam Houston right now our conversation would look something like:
Me: So…you taught school in TN once?
Mr. Houston: I did?
My requisite seasonal collection of pretty debris:
and then there was a random totem
smokin a wet stub
goodness what a furrowed brow
I hope you, person, are breathing deep and holding your face to the waning sun, preparing for the joys ahead.