By: Bob Kalkreuter Roger White sat on the unscreened porch, watching the morning fog creep up the hillside like a ghost without feet. He held a can of beer and smoked a Camel cigarette. “You drinking already?” said Judy. His…
By: Bob Kalkreuter Roger White sat on the unscreened porch, watching the morning fog creep up the hillside like a ghost without feet. He held a can of beer and smoked a Camel cigarette. “You drinking already?” said Judy. His…