We pulled up to my brother’s new house around 9 p.m. It was dark and we had been on the road for over 12 hours, the end of a three-day, cross-country journey from Norfolk, Va. to Los Angeles. We got out of the truck, stretched our legs and looked forward to a good night’s rest before unpacking everything tomorrow. I grabbed my suitcase and went inside to check out the place.
Then it hit me. “Where are we going to sleep?” I asked.Read More »