Monthly Archives: March 2007

His Last Nine Words by W.A. Smith

We’re in the black Dodge with red leather-looking seats and push-button drive.  No stick or three-on-the-tree.  We’ve always had a pretty cool, modern car, that’s one thing I can say.  But I think I’d rather have a stick or three-on-the-tree.  Since he ain’t allowed to operate a got-damn automobile anymore, because of his seizures, I’m [...]