I drove Maxine’s car and commented on what a nice ride it had and asked her what year it was. She said “Oh, I don’t know. 1957?” We chuckled at that. (It’s a 1998 Oldsmobile 88 with under 50,000 miles on it.)
I'm back in Sarcoxie. Again. Ugh. Chief Sarcoxie Days is a celebration, but of what? Obesity? Poverty? Hopelessness? Am I just used to everything new and bright and shiny so…
Somehow, and don’t ask me how, considering my disorganized relocation, I came across a “To Do” list dated November 17, 2011, with the following items listed: 1. Finish Be-in-a Book…