Driving lessons for Joseph
I have a friend; we’ll just call him Joseph. He isn’t very old; but I am old and don’t act like it, so who’s to judge? Neither of us claim maturity or better than average driving skills.
The end of the world!
Well, that’s kind of what it looked and felt like last Wednesday, as a huge plume of smoke rose in the air above “The Mountain” a.k.a. the La Sals. My first thought – no, don’t ruin my camping week...