Descending from Wolf Pass in Colorado. We stopped for gas before entering the pass at a small station in the middle of nowhere. The...

Tonight, 23 May 23, I wrestled my dog at a crossroads under a moonless night sky, for ownership of a dead squirrel. All that was missing was a hickory stump and a well dressed man offering to make us a deal.

He refused to return to the house, an older couple was doubled over in laughter watching me try to move him. He's either looking for...