Thursday, November 7, 2013

Iowa And Back Again


We pulled into their driveway and was greeted by a smiling old lady sweeping a small concrete slab of a porch. The cloud of Iowan gravel dust caught up with Trapper and I as we exited my Taurus. The ash-like particles by this time had completely encrusted my car's rear to the point of obscuring my black "Driftless" bumper sticker.