At an interstate off-ramp on the outskirts of Savannah, Georgia, is a Mobil gas station. Behind the station was a dirt road cut as the beginning of a residential subdivision. It was like most days in the middle of summer in the deep south, hot and humid. My Great Dane, Thor, rode in the back of my Toyota Celica Converti…
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