Chance A Day in May
Chapter 01 – Stopping by the side of the road… The sky was one of those high, impossibly blue cloudless skies so often found in Eastern Washington in May. Heading west, I was driving out of Spokane in my 21-foot Class C motorhome. I’d been visiting my son, his wife, and most importantly my three granddaughters in Spokane. The idea was to have a visit just before Memorial Day weekend. That way I’d miss the holiday traffic, they would see their dad and granddad, and Brent and his family would...