Of Lovebugs and Pickup Trucks

By the Local Curmudgeon “I don’t believe this guy.” “What?” my wife said. She watched me as I looked, bug-eyed, into the rear-view mirror. “This guy tailgating us. Any closer and the bastard will be in our backseat.” “Just watch the road. Here’s the turn into Walmart.” She ordered. She orders me a lot, which is fine. Saves me time from having to think. I … Continue reading Of Lovebugs and Pickup Trucks