One story that I have never told anyone, is about my younger brother and his wife. They had been married just one month when this incident in our lives occurred. It was on a Friday night and I was visiting them at their home. They lived about 10 miles from town. We decided to go
After dinner at my brother’s house to celebrate my nephew’s eighteenth birthday, the birthday boy, Tony, drove me home. I’d had some wine that night, so that’s what I’m blaming for what I did next. If I had to tell the truth, though, I would have to say it was because I’m a nasty little