A Freeway Detour
Category: FIFTY
I stopped, pulled over and walked back to the dog. He was still standing guard on the bridge. As I approached, he began barking, then jumped down behind the bridge and started to run. I turned my back and sat on the bridge to see if the dog would settle down. I was in no hurry.
By Rob Hiaasen, ContributorColumnist, Editor, 2014-08-18