My son called today, just to chat. After hearing about what was going on with him, he asked me the same. I replied that my husband had left early this morning to drive from here in North Carolina to what is bound to be a fifth-level inferno of hell called Alabama to race his motorcycle for the weekend.
I opted not to live in a tin can (ok, RV) in a “fee…
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