The Man in the Wool Suit

The man behind the counter smiled and shrugged, in that "awww, shucks", kind of way that only real country people can pull off. He wasnt discourteous nor helpful about our predicament, only offering slightly rotten smiles each time we asked a different questions. "Gas stations closed." At the incredulous hour of 7:00 Friday night. "Nope, no cell service. You're in... Continue Reading →

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