171 years ago this was just a spot on a map. No one had been born yet and no one had died. Ladybird Johnson hadn’t been to see the flowers and there was no such thing as cocaine in these parts. An entire war would be waged from here but on that first day it was just a pretty place to look out across the Rio Grande. It’s not hard to imagine dusty boots pushing these doors open to find some sleepy old saloon-- heads raised briefly from shots of whiskey as spurs brushed the hardwoods; the quiet snick of a Colt Dragoon being moved from holster to thigh. Just in case.
Roma-Los Saenz, 2017