I’m sure this has happened to you before, but let me set the scene. It’s 9:15 in the morning and now, all of a sudden, Big El is asking me to put her suitcase, toolbox and nail belt into Streak, her zippy little Nissan Z.
“Well, where are you off to,” I ask. “Bill, I told you two weeks ago that I was going to Atlanta for three days to help our daughter, Reed, put up some clo...
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