A little camper on the road to heaven, that’s what we got. Just a little spot to rest our heads where the world can’t find us and wi-fi signal stands for why fight it?
We will accessorize it with our new little dog, Summer (Chanel.) In her little t-shirt that reads, “I’d rather be barking” she will ride on the dashboard and sniff out the way.
A guy can’t spend the next four decades like he did the last two, rolled up in a tarp drunk by the fire. That’s no way to earn the title “Elder Statesman.”
This summer I have thrown out the old Juancho playbook. Someone else will have to tote the turpentine and barbed wire. I’m retired from that game.