We moved West for the smoke. That wasn’t the reason, but the reality in our lungs. We didn’t have fires back East. We had sarcasm. Which wasn’t a problem there. We paid our taxes where the air is clear enough to see acid rain, where springtime storms devour marble cemeteries.
JR Walsh writes in landlocked Idaho, but itsjrwalsh.com floats everywhere.
I love this one
Thanks so much, Jane!
-jr walsh
Nicely done!
Thanks, Seana. I really appreciate you taking the time to read me.
This speaks volumes. I really [for lack of better adjectives] love and admire how you are able to share a huge amount of content in such a small space.
Oh AnnieDee, your warmth is so welcome. I’m so happy that this piece has found keen readers.