I have faith in the borrow pit alongside forgotten two lane highways and backroads that go on forever, music, bourbon, Irish whiskey half empty dive bars on cold winter nights and the small of a woman’s back. There’s faith in…
“Melissa is a verb.” That’s the way Terry Dodd puts it. He knows because he’s seen the inexhaustive sprite in action. She’s a dervish; tireless, energized and ebullient. And smart. And beautiful.