My Dad, My Car, a Grocery Store, and Winter Driving in a Snowstorm

I groggily emerged from my Dad’s guest bedroom around 8:15 this morning, after having slept less than four hours. “If  you want to go grocery shopping today, you have to be ready by nine o’clock because there’s a snowstorm on the way,” Dad announced. For the past week I have been driving through horrid weather, … Read more