PIANO IN THE FIELD
Augusta Wright
On a cool and blustery Halloween evening, I was traveling home through the Texas hill country back roads. I like to take the “scenic route” when I can because you will see unusual sights great for picture taking. I slowed down as I entered a tiny farming community I did not recognize. It had the usual 1930’s filling station with the one gas pump, and an old Texaco sign hanging lopsided across the side of the faded red
brick...