New careers, jobs, and business take you many places but where you grew up is alway what you think of as home. Texas is cool and you certainly can't road-cruise a 6' Drymarchon on the way home from from the local Carl's Jr. back in Sacramento. As long as I live, though, nothing will compare to the skipped heartbeat of flipping a zonata, wading around an alpine lake for Rana muscosa at 9,000', or the sight of a Cal Tiger crossing the road through your windshield wipers late on a rainy January night. Hope you like...




























