Imagine being twenty-three years old, still under the illusion that your parents are sane, and receiving THIS phone call one Saturday morning:
Dad: Hey, it’s Dad. I’m going to walk across
Now let’s just pause here for a moment. Let it sink in a little, if you will.
Now if my father had decided to walk across, say,
Me: Did you just say you’re going to walk ....
Dad: Across South Dakota. Yes.
Me: Why would you do that?
Dad: I read an article about a woman who walked across the
Me: Oh. Do you have political reasons?
Dad: Nope.I should point out that by this point in my life, I thought I was used to bouts of endearing-madness from my father. When I was seven he made our family move from
But walking across South Dakota opened up a whole new dimension of crazy.....
(TO BE CONTINUED....)