Ten years ago this summer I packed up my car with the bare essentials and my dog Tammy and I left our hometown of Reidsville, North Carolina. I didn’t know where we were going. We were headed toward literally only God knew where.
We spent the better part of an entire year crossing America, looking for a new place to call home. When we got to California I decided that we had gone as far from our old home as we could, so I spent a few months looking for work there. That didn’t happen.
I didn’t want to go back to Reidsville a failure, but that’s pretty much what happened. And I was there for a couple of months while I tried to figure out what my next course of action should be. That didn’t go so well. Concerned friends came up with a plan: to let Tammy and ...






