The other day I took off for the heart of the country because I just had to get out of Dodge. Of course, living in West Virginia, you are already sort of not living in Dodge, anyway. But I'd been feeling way too COVID cooped up.
The first time I tried to save a turtle on the move it peed — or pooped, I’m not sure which — in my truck. This was not enough to deter me from a turtle mission of mercy.
I was the first son of a couple of people who probably should never have had sons, much less chickens or goats. Plus, they gave me four names because they just couldn't agree. On anything.
Welcome to this journal. My name is Joseph "Billy" Corduroy, although that is not quite my name or not completely. I live somewhere in West Virginia. I am not going to say where because my neighbors (well, some of the significant ones) are crazy.