“Nothing,” I said from the drivers seat, to some [1.] kid, “is illegal. In the State we’re in.”
“Then, we crossed.”
Excuse me, I thought to myself, “Get down!”
Loud booming, followed by a fishtail on the I-80.
“Do you know why Iowa is the Corn Husker state?”
They did not.
The kid said nothing.
I said nothing.
“He loved them,” thrown from a moving vehicle. “Heart!”
- Some squid’s kid! Who cares. Temporary additional duty. Brenden. I think. I was Tuesday? Very few people in the Naval Service knew that.