Age has its ramifications. Earlier today, as I left a store and approached my truck, I tripped on a dead cockroach – the summer Texas is merciless on all of God’ creatures – and slammed head-on into the front of my vehicle. It’s a sturdy, high-level 2006 Dodge Ram. So the damn thing hurt!
A young man rushed over and asked if I was okay.
“Sure”, I told him. “Not baaaaad.”