Double wide trailer on hard red clay. More frozen pipes this winter than normal. Tumbleweeds collecting eternaly in wind fed niches. ground so dry, even the snow won't kling to it. This one summer I rotatilled the front yard. Rolled out sod & put in your rainbirds. We built you a front deck, garage & pine fence. Took 40 full wheelbarrow hauls of boulders an such to the dead end. You said to me, "You get dark like your mother in this sun". Pulling on a menthol, you'd walk away and as an after thought say something else, "But god you're as bow legged as a choir boy" like your father, my Billy. Then you'd laugh, and cook a crock of chile. And we'd watch horror movies & sleep sitting up. The next time I saw you, you were small and sick enough to carry. Please know I will not let you down, again. When you died I was afraid to go back. And I still haven't. It has nothing to do with you.