My brother Jeff drinks a Coors Light while we motor across Norris Lake. Jeff and his wife, Gloria, came to East Tennessee for the Bristol NASCAR race this weekend, and they stopped by our place on their way there. We rented a pontoon and had a blast, but a lack of sun screen took an ugly, red toll that I’m still recovering from.
I’ve heard this expression often. Last weekend was the first time I saw it firsthand.
“I like all dogs, but I’m a beagle man,” he said, pausing to spit out the window of his pickup. In the truck’s bed, there was a dog crate that I’m pretty sure had a beagle or two bumbling around in it. They were quiet, but my dogs were freaking out and seemed to sense something was in there.
