Bobby was an optimist, but his resolve slipped when the GPS stopped working. Five hours into a six-hour drive, he’d turned his battered F-150 onto the Iowa backroad and into the setting sun. Now, with less than twenty miles to go, he’d lost the tower signal and hope of finding Uncle Robert and what remained of the Schroeder homestead before nightfall.
Thingamajig Beyond the Whatsit
Thingamajig Beyond the Whatsit
Thingamajig Beyond the Whatsit
Bobby was an optimist, but his resolve slipped when the GPS stopped working. Five hours into a six-hour drive, he’d turned his battered F-150 onto the Iowa backroad and into the setting sun. Now, with less than twenty miles to go, he’d lost the tower signal and hope of finding Uncle Robert and what remained of the Schroeder homestead before nightfall.