The McHenri - on the road together again.
(Photo credit - Claudia RunsandPaintsalot)
"You're walking like a sixty-five-year-old man," Karen said, as I shuffled my way from the car toward the entrance to the convenience store, at a stop we made on the second leg of our drive home the morning after I finished my fourth "3 Days at the Fair."
"Not bad," I thought. "I'm sixty-two."
