Real Friends by Jefff “Maddog” Maddox
Last Sunday morning in White City, I was sitting at the gas station waiting for some co-workers to show up for a ride. It’s not something we usually do together, but it seem like the thing to do. I always like being on main street on a Sunday as there is absolutely no one around. Every so often another local will drive by and a wave is exchanged. The sun was coming up and in a world of perfect alignment, it shines right down the middle of the street shining off the bricks and as I sit there I reflect on a life in this small town. Continue Reading →

































































































































































































