My friend Mac, a musician, lived 12 miles east of Austin in a beautiful two story redwood house with a wraparound porch, on ten acres of rich blackland prarie soil. The house was brimming over with a deep history of music, storytelling, drinking and fun; every room was filled with photographs, art and love. The enormity of his laughter and colorful British language and heart was reflected in every inch of the house. I used to watch his home when he was on tour - he hated leaving. He longed to come back to his Texas land, building fences, mowing the property on his tractor and making trails in the woods.
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