Drive Like There’s No Tomorrow
The True, Ridiculous Story of Ray Bushrow
Yesterday was another quiet day in the life of Bonnie until my house painter, Vinny (in the photo above), sent me a text out of the blue around 6 pm.
“If you’re around, I’ll swing by to show you my new toy.” (That wasn’t a euphemism. He’s been such a blessing to me and my son since we moved here almost 3 years ago…