Driving in the Heat

Sometimes I write for exercise, cardio style. Like this afternoon, driving through California’s heartland, 106-degrees outside, 68 inside. I’m armed with tunes, starting old with “Wolly Bolly” and going no newer than Bob Marley’s “Exodus.” Thinking red, white and blue moments for tomorrow. Note to CHP: I’m not texting this. Time out while I zipContinue reading “Driving in the Heat”