The local radio station airs live interviews from the county fair. I don't need to hear how a fifteen-year-old boy raised his bull then won grand champion-yet another of the 4,724 reasons I want to escape Athens.
I sign for a letter while Alma is fixing lunch. I see Taylor's name, Alma's oldest daughter, in the return address area. I assume it's our itinerary for the upcoming Chicago trip Alma's oldest daughter mentioned on our last call. Alma quickly opens the cardboard envelope to reveal our airline tickets for Thursday's flight. I quickly help Alma text Taylor to let her know we received the tickets before we enjoy our grilled cheese and chips. I'm actually looking forward to the trip. I've never been to Chicago. I know Taylor said we wouldn't do too much to wear out Alma, but I might
