My son stopped by and said, “Let me check your car for you so it’s safe,” two days later I was lying under the car changing the oil and found a tracking device still burning hot, I quietly took it off and sent it straight to Canada, 12 hours later the phone was ringing nonstop and his face turning ghost-white made me realize I had almost lost the chance to say, “Dad is still alive.”
There’s a little American flag magnet on my fridge that’s been there since Linda bought it at a Fourth of July street fair in town. Most mornings I don’t even see it anymore. But the Saturday I found the tracker under my truck, that flag might as well have been blinking like a warning light. … Read more