Knitting project on a deadline. I’m fine, but I have a knitting project on a deadline for my first great niece. That’s why there wasn’t a Digby episode last week. Very likely there won’t be a Digby post this week either. The afghan is currently one foot deep, two feet, eight inches to go.
The Gardens of Digby Green: Splotch Before the traffic light turned green, Ray tore open one of the bags of chips. The warm interior soon intensified the mingling scents of an Italian meatball sub, and genuine Texas BBQ potato chips. Rose would have gagged. Ray sighed. “I’ll air the car out, sweetheart. I promise.
The Gardens of Digby Green: Pit Stop Off the toll road, and nearing the farther outskirts of Gary, Green slowed and pulled into the only open pump at a gas station. Ray checked the Imperial’s gauges. She could use a tank full, too, but if he used the same station as Green, he’d lose
The Gardens of Digby Green: Lead Foot When Green left the restaurant lot, he turned in the direction that would bring him to the Interstate 80 on-ramp. Ray ignored the last swallow of coffee in his paper cup, and pressed the Chrysler’s accelerator. He let two other drivers exit ahead of him, but he