Summer With My Granddaughter
I had just got settled into my campsite, had gone grocery shopping and was preparing for a lovely spring in the Great Lakes region when I received a call on my cell from my daughter Kathy asking me for another favor. This time she said that it was urgent so I put the Jeep on a southerly course down I-35 to Kansas City the following day, a Saturday, and I arrived late that afternoon. Pulling up to their house, I expected my Kristy to come running out to greet me as she always does but as I...