The Never Ending Night
This story is dedicated to our dear friend and best man at our wedding, Terry Adams (December 18, 1948 - March 10, 2019), because it was his favorite one of all my calamities. Bev, our hearts are especially with you at this time of year. This is a long read. Hopefully you find it worth your while. (For all the younger set out there, the events of this story were in the days before cell phones came out of the womb right after you, so they weren't a thought, much less any sort of an option) There's a run of bad luck, and then there's runs, plural, of bad luck. I seem to be adept at it. Totally unwillingly so, but adept nonetheless. And hapless to boot. If a wrong place and a wrong time were to intersect, zero in on the crosshairs of it, and there you'll likely see me, warily staring and waving back at you like Wile E. Coyote just before he gets run down by a truck. Way back in my early days of being a very active tractor jockey, happily barreling around the c...