Scribbles and Bits 63

            There I sat, listening to the radio as low as I could as I wrote and read some books.  Looking out the window of the Freightliner truck, the sound of loud snoring coming from the bunk behind me.  By now I have trained myself to allow...

Scribbles and bits 80 It is cold out!

If I may be so Bold I have to tell you that it is freaking Cold Out I have been Told that it is the coldest winter (at least it feels like it). I think we all want to Fold up into a ball So that we could Hold onto to any warmth we are...