Cape Girardeau next exit. Is that a Missouri state trooper right behind me? Damn, he’s “scoping” me out. Checking my Alabama plates. Oh, double damn, now his blue bubble light is on. Here he comes. Boy, this is classic. Right outa’ the movies. Smokey Bear hat.
The frogs and cicadas were beginning their nightly serenade as the sun sank behind the tree line. White gingers sent their marvelously sweet fragrance wafting across the still water. The inhabitants of the four mansions surrounding our concealed anchorage were now beginning to congregate on their verandas, watching us.
I shouldn’t be telling this story but I am getting long in the tooth and this tale needs to be told before I’m go to that big airplane hangar in the sky. Too long, this apocryphal tale has been secreted in the secret classified recesses of the Office of Naval [...]
Her eyes, wandered, questioning, as her eyelids began to droop. Tired. Exhausted. She could hear our muted conversation. As best she could, she faintly nodded and blinked once for yes. She understood and gave me permission. Permission to quit. It was time. It was hopeless. We’d tried everything. All the electrical shocks. All the drugs. [...]