Filling stations and a bottle of pop
As I eased down I-75 towards Atlanta, I knew it was a straight shot to my destination. I expected to be there well ahead of time, of which I try to make a habit. Then I heard that sound – thud, thud, thud…. I wasn’t sure but I figured I had a flat tire, so I pulled over to the edge of the interstate and began the change process.
Of course, this was a day that we were blessed with enough liquid sunshine to drown a duck but I was making headway I thought. Read more
