While driving along Big Bend Boulevard here in Old Trees, Missouri, our new home, I said to Heather, “Hey, it’s a half track.” Driving down Big Bend Boulevard. A half track. Heather didn’t see it, and she didn’t know what a half track was, so I had to explain it to her.
Fortunately, I could hold up a copy of the Webster-Kirkwood Times from this week and prove to her that my spotting a World War II era military vehicle tooling around town was not a symptom of my insanity.
Proving this was not a symptom of mental illness is not the same as proving sanity, I know, but I will take what I can get.
