heaven’s music
y wife and I walked through the entrance of the Cowboy Poetry Festival. All around us were stalls offering Western food,
Signs In San Juan
The crowds in San Juan, Puerto Rico, were swirling around me as I stared down at my phone, praying that the map would give me an idea of where I was. I looked up, left and right. Nope, no idea. I’d taken a taxi that morning to check out the central f
