It was pouring rain Tuesday morning near Slayton Junction, where the railroad bridge crosses over Highway 12, six or seven miles west of Lavina. I was coming up on the bridge about 8 a.m. when I saw, through the rain and gray mist, somebody walking along the side of the road, heading east. He was pulling a two-wheeled cart and a sign over his head read, “Love Life.” (more…) Continue Reading →
