Big Woodys
There’s the windshield wipers, once again, dancing to their monotonous beat over the music on the radio. Flip – flok, flip – flok I’ve been driving in and out of Summer rain squalls since I left my apartment two-hours ago. The last three weeks have been hot and dry and, of course, the day I plan to make my long drive home, Mother Nature decides to hydrate her parched earth – go figure. Oh well, most of the traveling is behind me now, I’m almost to the small town where I grew up. Flip –...