Driving down the road today I saw a pickup truck. You know the type, slightly lifted, painted primer flat black, smoke stacks, flying down the highway, somehow offended that everyone else doesn’t treat the speed limit as a minimum. None of that was particularly interesting or unexpected on an Arizona freeway. What I found interesting …
As I stood there in the chamber thoughts rushed through my head in a mind-bender of untold proportions. You could even say my life flashed before my eyes. And then I was dead. I was still thinking, but for an instant there, it all seemed to stop. Then I was there, where I was, but …