<p>There are several large ranches in the city limits of my little town that have not sold out to the encroaching subdivisions. I love watching the cattle graze when I drive by. Nothing prettier than a herd of fat and sleek black angus on a fresh green pasture.</p>
<p>A couple weeks ago we visited the smaller town where we used to live. We saw a dead armadillo on the side of the road (common there, but we don’t see them much where we live now)–someone had placed a beer can between its front paws. A couple hours later when we drove by again we noticed that a cigarette had been added to its mouth. I didn’t have my camera, but that pretty much says it all about that little town.</p>