Left Turn at Albuquerque
When I left the house this morning I had a plan for my day, and a destination in mind. Really I did. Unlike most days when I roll out of bed and I'm almost immediately flying by the seat of my pants, I knew where I was going and what I was doing. Nothing was going to distract me. I pretended I didn't see my neighbor bury what looked like a dead body in his back yard. I ignored that big friendly Collie when she came running up to me, barking for help. (Timmy would have to get himself out of the well this time.) I got in my car, turned on the radio just in time to catch Les Nessman's farm report, and headed west. But then this thing led to that thing and well, you know how it goes. Suddenly I was on the run, being pursued for a crime I didn't commit, so I hid out with a sarcastic little alien who liked to snack on cats but he ratted me out in exchange for his own freedom when the government came looking for him. I escaped, of course, then got myself stranded on what I...