You dear reader you may wonder why someone such as myself is living in this drought prone part of the world. Without going into great detail, detail that I fear would reveal much about my own character, I will simply tell you this and say no more.
When my Grandfather left the old country and ventured his way to this unknown land, it wasn't because he was poor or starving or lacking in any way as was so often the case with immigrants in his day. It was really quite the opposite in fact. The leaving of his ancestral home and all he had coming to him as the eldest son, was precipitated by a great uproar of voices, the slamming of doors and the sound of hooves on a rain soaked earth as he galloped off into the night on horseback.