I feel bad knowing that Keaton is still surviving on the one carload of stuff that he brought with him, but we didn't know about that until we were already there, or we could have gotten some of his stuff too.
A few pictures:
Their apartment complex. Theirs is on the second floor, second apartment in, with the little bit of cardboard over the window above the balcony door.
The town itself resembles Las Vegas in a few respects, in that you can start out on a six-lane road, then suddenly be shunted onto a two-lane track without changing direction, as the road shoots through developed and undeveloped areas.
But where Las Vegas has casinos, Willison has things like this:
These are both across the street fron their apartment.
From their complex, you can see at least eight of these flares, and there are oil pumpers literally everywhere, making somebody money.
And there they are, with all of Lexi's good piled around them.
We hope they do well. They've got some choices to make as they look at their future, and we need to remind them to make them together, and to keep God involved in their plans.
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