Lone Star Parson

Most Anglican priests in North America typically stay in their parish or mission for about five years before moving on to moar cash greater...

  Look how the roads are cracking in the cold You'll laugh and snort into your claret at the Ranchmen's Club or the Eagles' Nest...

  typical Texas street scene Changes, I won't link to the Bowie song, but that's what this small aspect of rural North Central Texas...

  The Pick 'n Steal hasn't changed much over the years and I should know, I walk there pretty much every day for coffee after Mornin...

  The sun rises over Texas, incandescent, unrelenting, invictus , unconquered. Do we back down and hide, skulking like so many knaves in our...

  Ye Olde Meth Shack Life at the Compound follows a rhythm, a pattern, and it all starts with a measured stroll to the Pick 'n Steal (PN...

  Ice blew like shrapnel against the ancient timbers of the Compound, whipped up and blown in by a fierce Northern wind. Hurtful metaphors o...

  I'd no sooner recovered from the complexity of the power of words, than I strolled over to the Pick 'n Steal for a hot cup of coff...

Blue picked up a Shadow Wolf on the way to the Pick 'n Steal this morning. A ferocious beast and I'm glad he's an ally. ...

It was like a midsummer day in Borth on the Welsh Riviera. Overcast, a drizzling rain, not too cold, not too hot but no, this was North...

A call, urgent, "This is crazy. They're buying all the toilet paper, you would say 'loo roll' or 'Andrex' but ...