Small Town Heist
An issue in the glove box

Cindy sat at my kitchen table while her husband Jack stirred a pot of Thai Curry he whipped up in the kitchen. They arrived from Indiana the previous night, parked their hybrid SUV and pull-behind trailer beneath the Ponderosa trees on my land in a place I’ve deemed “Wagner’s Campsite.” They are dear friends. I’ve known them twenty-five years and witnessed the birth of their two stunning…