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  • About Kaufman, Texas...
    Andrew Jordan frequently says that Kaufman, Texas is one of the best places on earth to live. For those of us who grew up there, it's easy to agree. For those that didn't, if you visit Houston Street on Halloween night you might be convinced. It's one of the last frontiers of small town America. Thousands of people flock in (way more than live in Kaufman) and the whole street is shutdown. Houses are decorated to the nines. We go every year and it will always be that way. Working on an audio story to take you there but it probably wont be complete until next year. Until then, just know that it exists.

    About Halloween...
    This year, at Lyric's request, we really went all out and spent a few days making masks. Goldilocks and Three Bears, of course. We were tired of buying generic costumes and not teaching our children more about creating. This was all well and good and we were pretty pleased with how our bear masks came out... until we put them on. They just weren't very practical if you like walking without bumping into people and not falling down. Lessons learned. Damn, they looked good though and were worth a few late nights and tired mornings.

    About Childhood...
    I interviewed my mom recently and she said one of her favorite memories from chilhood was going out to her parents driveway and getting in the back of the car and hiding out. She would take an animal or two with her for company and she would just lay there with the sun hitting her face. Little flecks of dust glowing in the light and flying all around. Her own kingdom away from the noises of a house full of two parents and three brothers. Almost everytime, she told me, she would eventually fall asleep. It was her favorite place to be.

    About Sleep...
    As we pulled into Kaufman yesterday both of my girls were asleep. Phoe in her carseat and Lyric illegally in the back space, conveniently next to our masks. It was the closest to the actual story we got. Kids could care less about recreating scenes and taking photographs when there are doors to be knocked on. But on the drive there, Lyric was doing it right and i really wished i could have been back there sleeping too. It looked like the greatest place on earth, even better than Houston Street in Kaufman. For me now, anywhere i go, i drive myself there of course and the days of being a passenger are long gone. I can remember being in the back seat though. Not having to make any decisions and not having deadlines and things to get better at and fears to overcome. In the absence of these thoughts i could be present enough to zone out to the hum of the road and the radio. And all of that white noise would slowly convince me i was tired and send me off to some dream-like state where i would lose track of everything and wake up only when an adult was carrying me inside of wherever we had arrived. That really was the best.

    And finally, The Afterlife...
    Wherever we go and whatever happens when we leave here, my vote is for it to be somewhere like that. Somewhere i can rest on worn, vibrating leather bench seats in warm, diffused sunlight any time i feel like it. Where i can rest safe in the idea that something i trust is now driving and that i dont have to always watch the roads for signs, bumps and other cars anymore. A place where in the moments that i do wake up it is feels much like Kaufman, alongside people much like the ones i've known there since i was a child.

    Somewhere that's a favorite place to be.
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