When I hop into that Jeep at the airport, he’s wearing a cowboy hat and I start to laugh. I throw it off and kiss him, I don’t care who sees.
The Jeep is loaded with camping gear. As we drive along, I reach back to explore. Tent, sleeping bags, bags of stuff, and two big coolers.
Tommy explains. “One food, the other drink.”
“That’s some lot of drink.”
“Well, you said you wanted to get drunk. We can start with beer, move on to the hard stuff, or skip the beer and hit the bourbon right off. Whatever, drunk or sober, I just want to run free.”
The site is stunning. After many miles off the highway, we are deep in a forest, clunking along over what hardly seems a road at times, but finally the cabin emerges ahead.
“There it is,” Tommy says. “Soon to be mine.” He drives a little ways past,
