Buy Xanax Without RxRachel and I were standing outside in the August sun, waiting patiently on a woman to finish her cell phone conversation. She looked like an overdressed Flo, talked with a vernacular that could only be Alabaman, and made eye contact with us every thirty seconds holding up her index finger as if to say, “I’ll be right with you.” Continue reading EPOTM: Little, OK (The Bathroom Ghost)→
We felt we were too far into the Cromwell countryside to find someone, but there was a home that beckoned us. No one looked home when we pulled into Willie’s driveway, but he answered the door. And although his face looked like “no” was the inevitable answer to our key question, he said yes.
“You could probably just talk with anyone here. We’re all like family…that guy just had a horse kick the valve stem off the tire on his trailer, so I helped him fix his flat.”
Rachel and I had stepped outside the car to find out what the assembly of hundreds of trailers, horses, and people was all about. The man explaining the flat tire scenario had been looking at us with anticipation as soon as we told him about our project. Continue reading EPOTM: Meeker, OK→
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