My adolescence and early adulthood were spent in Texas… shorts and t-shirts at Christmas, ridiculously hot summers. In ’82 my wife acquiesced and we spent the rest of that decade in the Willamette Valley of western Oregon.
Among my clearest recollections of that time are memories of mowing the lawn in jeans, stocking cap and a coat… a completely foreign experience, unimaginable in East Texas.
Again, 40-some years later, I find myself in the Pacific Northwest, mowing on a cool, rainy morning… gloves, flannel shirt, hooded jacket.
It’s good to be back.