Thursday, August 30, 2018
Driving in to mom and dad's this morning there was a tiny SUV following us. Turn-after-turn it followed us as we wound the tortuous path through the streets of west Lansing.
The driver did not look like your typical road-rage warrior. She looked like she was sixty-five and her hair was died shoe-polish black. Nor did it look like she was a weight lifter or distance runner.
I commented on our tailgater.
Mrs ERJ noted, "Probably a cat lover who read your post on skinning cats."