Freedom.

I woke up this morning, rolled out of bed, hauled on my snow-pants, and a plaid work coat and gloves and scraped off my truck, started her up, blasted the heat, shoveled out the box, cleared the mirrors. Anyway, it’s -25 with the wind-chill here today. The cold air was moving across my face and…

What’s a Victoria’s Secret Fashion Show without a Big Mac and Fries?

So, last night I get a call from my sister. Let’s set the tone here. It’s twenty minutes to twelve. I’m in bed, trying to fall asleep. You know, I have work the next day. Julie’s name lights up the screen on my I-phone. And for whatever reason, I can never ignore her calls. It’s…