Honey, I Met Our New Neighbors Today. They Work in the Chemistry Field!
We were driving through a little west Cobb neighborhood recently, destination Walmart, when a scarred, lumbering old box truck turned in front of us down the narrow residential street. Eventually it stopped at a decrepit home that’s been empty since at least last Spring. But this night the lawn was covered in vehicles. We waited, curious, a few yards behind the stopped truck, hoping the back would roll up so we could see what it was delivering. Yes, you can call me Karen.