Out here on a mule, you never know where you’ll sleep. But don’t worry. You’ll always find a place to stay.

Last night it was the Chattanooga Zoo.

I was riding Woody and Maggie through Chattanooga’s rougher sections where guys in phone booths were flashing me finger signs that to my ignorant eyes spelled something in gang-talk. I’m not much on sign language but it didn’t spell “I love you.”

Then the Parker family flagged me down in front of… Continue reading →