It’s Cold, I’m Hungry

Crossing the Mighty Mississipp… …wasn’t easy on foot, with a brindle boxer, calico kitten and Danny. Fortunately, before we got a few miles out of Fort Deposit, an 18-wheeler rolled onto the shoulder. Although my recollection was challenged by a bad case of the heebee-geebees at the time, and many years of hard knocks since,ContinueContinue reading “It’s Cold, I’m Hungry”