The Wanderer
David Hockney's "Pearblossom Highway #2." As I cross the mid-point of my life and move toward third base I always find myself wondering where is home? These thoughts have recently come brilliantly to the forefront as I not long ago made contact with a distant cousin who is in the oil industry. He lives a life of wandering that makes my own seem humble. While Texas is his home his journeys carry him to Russia, Egypt, Oman, Yemen, Kazakhstan and East Africa. Oh the old saying, "Home is where the heart is." has a certain ring to it but does it really mean anything? As human beings we associate experiences with places and they color our minds in a collage of memories. For some these are all close to home and for others, they span the world. I often wonder if those that never lived a vagrant life are more satisfied? They must feel so connected to the place that they live. Like it is a part of them and they a part of it. Are they happy with this or do th