Back to the Story:

IT’S HOT, I’M TIRED..    Night fell, and we were ready by Burt’s golden chariot. What an amazing vehicle it was. Huge, glistening, bearing his name proudly on the door in script as the owner/operator. This was no drugged-out short-timer. No, Mr. Burt was the real deal, hauling real steel. A true gentleman, he helpedContinueContinue reading “Back to the Story:”

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”