On the Road Again, Again
After dinner and drinks with Bourke at the Claddagh, I’m spending my last nigh in Potterville on the floor surrounded by the dogs, watching a movie with my parents. Tomorrow morning I head back to Batesville on a twelve hour drive with my pup. My jeep is half packed and I have a Steven King book on my mp3 player—I’m ready for the grueling slog back into the south.
