I Hadda Grin

A HAPPY-MAKING grin. Driving down Main Street of this little South Bank river burg where the Patch Factory is located, only to meet a guy coming the other way…

Driving a smallish red pickup truck. A Ford, probably, but I didn’t really notice. He barely fit inside the cab, so it’s a good thing he was alone. He looked to be my age or a bit older — wire-rims, white hair and whispy white beard. Wearing a tan fishing hat and a buttoned shirt.

Arguing with his radio. I mean, he was intent on getting his point across.

I thought I was the only one who did that.


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