Farmer s Daughter
My daughter, Carol, and I were driving north on 89 in Vermont to attend the college graduation of my son. We had been traveling for about three hours when suddenly the sky opened up with a terrible thunderstorm. To make matters worse, about five miles from nowhere, the car sputtered to a halt, and just died. "Great," I said. "This is all we need." "I think I saw a farmhouse about a mile back," Carol said. "Well, I guess it's better than being stranded here." We ventured forth in the...