Home is a slippery subject in the midcountry. Just try asking any dirtbag next time you’re at Indian Creek or Joshua Tree, “Where are you from?” Ten bucks says they stumble: “Well, uh, originally….and then…and now…” Or maybe you’re a card-carrying resident here, and you stumble yourself. In some ways, we are homeless. In many other ways, we are homefull. In the midcountry, just like on a backpack trip, home is where the heart is. Literally. It’s wherever you, your cardio blood pumper, and everything it attaches to happen to settle for a moment. [Read More]