One second away from the Alamo.

2 days to be lucky.

No roads.

Tracks of dubious pedigree.

Considering the news. Adding views.

Lava flowing slowly out from the center of the island down to the depths of the ocean.

A garland of flowers in welcome and pineapples not to be consumed.

If you listen to me, I’ll listen to you. We’ll both have questions and then we will part with answers, more laughter, understanding, and friendship.