By John Murphy Friday was Day whatever of the quarantine and the CalTrans Girl had the heat cranked to 70. I was starting to melt. When I protested, she pulled the “It’s my house” argument out of her holster. I hate that. So, I hopped in the Corolla and made a rare foray into theContinue reading “Giving blood”
Dog-about-town tales, memories and musings from the 909 to the 650.
Main Street Dog 