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”

It’s Cold, I’m Hungry

chapter 2 Sleep never came that night, and morning had our breath turning to steam in the frosty air. Dear Danny had laid across my freezing feet for the hours before dawn…I hadn’t left Palm City prepared for this experience. I was still resolute to keep heading west, car or no car. I had burnedContinueContinue reading “It’s Cold, I’m Hungry”