How it looks...
When five children and I moved out here to the hills between Blanco and Luckenbach, a new and different ‘father,’ a different home, and a very different way of life were unwanted challenges for a group of children and teens who had never known country living and who, until then, had only ever lived in modern suburbia. If giving directions to the house, they’d tell friends what exit to take from the freeway, along with the name of the subdivision where we lived. Things are different now. When friends come for the first time to visit our little-old home in the hills, they’re told the number of miles beyond an intersection to travel down a road past the last identifiable, manmade structure, along with the number of cattleguards to cross, after the turn. (It’s better to follow someone who’s been here before.) At first, the kids were very unhappy. Those who could communicate it best, said they felt as if everything previously identified as a marker for success in life was gone. What was lef...