I Was Scraping at the Corner of A Toenail Waiting to Hear Back from You.
I certainly have no idea about what happened with the capitalization of the last piece I submitted. But I sincerely apologize. I should have the next story to you in a few days. These deadlines are helpful, thank you again sir. And the cash doesn't hurt either.
By the way, I did get to meet your daughter and she seemed real nice. Thanks for the introduction.
-Stone
Generally, driving the truck just felt pretty good, keep driving, put on some music, John Denver and just drive for a while.
When I was a boy we would drive through the country sometimes. Take a drive and listen to Sunshine… Be given a day just like today.
He would make camp in about 15 minutes. He'd lie there by the fire after eating a quick biscuit and sausage cooked over the coals and sit fiddling with poems, sparks of Canticle, the evenings phrases.
Just before kicking the last of the coals quiet, he would recall Whites proclamation of how nature was
The grand volume of all God's utterance.
He breathes in the frozen air of night. It is still cold in late March. He loves the world again tonight. He camps, a worshiper.
