Pecos
Mile-long trains dashed across a desolate plain. I sat in our 70’s Buick Skylark, listened to Hank Williams on cassette, and let derelict buildings fill my eyes. My mother accepted a teaching job in Pecos during the eighties oil bust.
As the Texas and Pacific depot stood beside the Toyah Subdivision, I waited beside steel rails and watched freight trains with my father, thinking we had arrived at the edge of the Earth.
One Christmas, I participated in the youth play at the Baptist church and was too young to appreciate how people had helped us there.
I returned and remembered where we had lived.
