Prologue

On a recent balmy day in Mississippi, I was driving down the interstate when I happened to see a man sitting on the side of the road. He was perched on a white, plastic lawn chair. He had no sign asking for money or a ride, and no evidence of any kind of bag or luggage. He was not hawking any wares or collecting any thing from the roadside. He was just sitting there....grinning. There was no vehicle of any kind in sight, which led me to believe that he had walked to this point, quite a distance from the nearest exit, carrying only a lawn chair.

My first question was "How?". The second was "Why?".

Of course, he could ask me the same thing.

I never dreamed I would live in the deep south. I never could have anticipated the insanity of being married to a med student...and now a resident. I had no idea the complete befuddlement I would face when I adopted a droopy-eared, big-eyed, 10-week old puppy from the shelter.

I have no clue how I got here.....but here I sit....grinning until my jaws hurt.