Nearly every day, in every direction  there is a field burning or rolls of hay spontaneously combusting around here. Texas is a tinderbox.

As I drove through the smoke this week (and snapped a few quick pics) a song popped into my head. Things that pop into my head are not always appropriate, but that’s how my wheels roll. Dang, I wish I had written those lyrics.

Last but not least, folks, please be careful with your embers and watch out for your neighbor. A huge thanks to the firemen of the world.