Or at least this city boy can.

Welcome to my thoughts and memories of Marfa, Texas.

Just missed the Dixie Chicks hiding out in this small town for a wedding they were attending. Damn!

Being the rebel I am, I continued to carry my copy of Michael Moore's Dude, Where's My Country? proudly as I switched planes at the George Bush International Airport.

Marfa's in the ass end of Nowhere, and it's great draw is it's artistic community and the mysterious (possibly alien) mystery lights off along the mountainous horizon. I saw them, and I sure can't explain them even after minutes of scientific exploration of them.

Favorite quote (about a 12-week old Yorkie named Cozy Dog): "Well lookit you... you ain't no bigger than a minute!"

Names of local mountains: Cathedral Peak, Haystacks, Twin Peaks, and my favorite, the Nobblies

Strangely enough, everything is 26 miles at the least from Marfa

With nothing else going on in their town on Halloween, the kids were mental with the egg throwing. By morning, the highway heat had cooked a city covering omelet that shrouded it.