I'm leaving the old intro here, but adding this- it appears the doves have taken over my blog for their fiction. Just as well, I was doing a piss poor job of updating. They're doing much better.

This blog is infrequently updated, full of incorrect spellings, misused words, and general bad grammar. It started when I was trying to use google+ (which I've since given up on) and discovered there was no character limit for posts. If you've known me a long time, a lot of these stories will be old hat. If you plan to know me for a long time, you'll no doubt hear many of them in person. But, folks seemed to enjoy them, so here they are.

Thursday, August 6, 2015

the hundred and thirtyfifth story

(this is the same exit that, years ago, I pulled over to electronically sign all the paperwork to sell my Nashville house. This is what it means to live so much on the interstate system- it's not really about knowing which chain stores have free wifi. It's about associating major life events with certain random exits.)

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