This past week, on my way home from beautiful Ferrum, Virginia (near Ferrum, it's an absolute crazy drive along the Crooked Road), I had to make a necessary stop at "a little boys room" in a Travel Center near Staunton on I-64.
After finishing my business and buying some Giant Chewy Sweet Tarts, I headed for the door, a pound or two lighter and whistling a happy "almost home" song. On my way out, I noticed a box filled with cassette tapes and labeled "free." In spite of not owning a cassette player, I rummaged through the offerings to see what "free" bought you these days. Here is what I came away with:
Apparently, eternal salvation can be found not only at a truck stop, but for free.
Now if I only had a cassette player.....
Billy Drago needs to listen to those cassettes
