the woman said after a moment. “What?” I said, bewildered by the question. “Cubs or Sox? It’s a simple question,” the woman said, turning her head to the side to speak while watching me from the corner of her eye. “Uh…Sox,” ...
Looking back on it, I found myself second guessing my Bessie decision. I wondered if it would have been better to have kept the sweet cow alive. Then we could have built a cart for her and had her haul the water for us rather than using the truck. She could have tanked up on water while at the...