The Colony, Texas
We stopped by The Colony TX- or rather, David surprised me with this detour-because I feel a strong connection to my brother passed here. Cris was a part of my happiness for a long time here. Bikes, the church, the sand pit, school, pools, ants, damn toe-biting dog. I could, and did, protect him in The Colony. In El Paso, there were too many competing forces both external and preadolescent.
In my mind Cris will always be the little Barbie-adulterating, animal loving, bike-salvaging smiley face. Rat tail and all.