The first story involves my car, a slick country road, and a (presumed) coyote. And soon, a replacement license plate because Illinois is a two-plate state and Rita's front plate will never be anything near flat again.
Last Sunday morning I left the farm and headed north, as I am wont to do when going to Metropolita and wishing to avoid the everpresent road repair and construction crews. About two miles from home, and just as I was remarking to myself that everything looked amazingly WET –...
Published on August 11, 2010 17:20