The Dangerous “D” Word

It was the afternoon of the first day of my road trip to Montana. I fly there more than I drive, but when I checked the cost of flights and cars a few months before, I decided it was cheaper to take the truck. That was before gas rose sharper than a Ginsu knife, cutting budgets like the famous knife slices tomatoes, but I forged ahead. I don’t mind the two-day drive. I listen to podcasts and audiobooks and sing along with Willie and Waylon.