Once a month — except during those summer wanderings when he rambles the west to make sure the roads still lead on…that annual meander with the lovely Joyce that keeps him rooted in the American grain — Walker Brents III dips deep into a ten gallon hat brimming with his thoughts on the vast implications of history, myth and the cogitating tendency we humans can’t ever quite escape, whether from the north, south, east or west…

So, here it is, late August, no, now it’s late September, and lo! Walker has a few more things to say, sparked particularly by those long, long moments stretching out across the seemingly infinite flatlands that comprise the llano estacado, an American marvel so big and wide it’d likely make you feel like a mite on the back of a big ol’ Texas longhorn…

Welcome back, again, Walker…