E is for El Paso, the West Texas city that until my retirement I had never expected to see, let alone visit once per month for the El Paso Writers' League. To its north, it's smack up against the Franklin Mountains; to its south, the Rio Grande and Ciudad Juarez. My friend Maritza Neely painted this wonderful impression of the city back in 2010, and it captures the essence of El Paso and its cultural connection to Mexico.
Since you've stopped by, please leave me a note in the comments section. I'll make a point of returning the favor.