It was twelve-thirty at night.  The man pulled the Volkswagen into his driveway, turned off the ignition, made the sign of the cross and said a thank you for deliverance from the lunatics and crazies on I-285 and I-20.  He unbuckled his seatbelt, let out a sigh, gathered his notebook, phone, eyeglasses and Yeti, opened the door and, with a… Read moreSix More Months