Call me Johnny
Call me Johnny It's funny how things can suddenly change when you least expect it. A few years ago, on a hot summer night, I was just sipping an ice-cold beer and watching the big round Florida sun sink behind the trees. I had my feet up on the wood railing of my deck, listening as the evening chatter began. I could hear the crickets chirping and the birds squawking for space as they got ready to roost for the night. It was peaceful, and for the most part, I'd been enjoying my...