The View From A Farr
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, and sorry that I hadn’t turned on my GPS with the digital voice that tends to bark out directions at the very last moment making me think it can’t (or won’t) make a decision until it’s in a state of total desperation, long I looked down one as far as I could to where it curved past a Dairy Queen parking lot full of cars, all waiting in the drive-thru...