My brother Houston decided that he would like to do some journaling. However, he seems to be in a weird meta-state, somewhere trapped between not wanting to sully his new, pristine, leather-bound journal, and not wanting to start a blog. He decided to test the waters with a story typed up on his word processor.
Houston’s story involves an encounter on his farm on Black Ike Road in Georgia. With his permission, I’m helping him over the publication hump. So, here is his story, as he sent it to me, in embedded PDF format…