You take my hand, I'll take your hand baby... togetherr, we may get away.
In 2001 cell phones were just starting to propogate into the hands of most regular people. I met her through my cousin, late one night a party on the Middlegrounds on the river in Bay City, MI. Out behind the shed on our 200 acre farm I paced back and forth, shoes kicking milk-weed up into the air, for a little under 40 minutes. This was the first real call I would ever make on one of those machines.
"Hello?".. "Erm, Hi" ... "is Holly home?" "Sure, just a minute"...
I set back against the cold steel side of the