Without a spare (added evidence of a deranged mind) I press on, the sled grinding away on bare aluminum. I will later come to learn that another guy, Hugh Neff, became plasticless at about the same place.

“Come and eat,” said my father. Everyone else had already eaten lunch, so my mother waited on me. First she gave me a tall glass of lemon juice, followed by white noodles, egg rolls, cucumber salad, fish sauce, and meat rolled in rice bread.

Come, sermon me no further.

Giving your horse the once over Horses may seem like rather independent creatures, but in reality, they're more like half-ton toddlers. … That's why your horse needs what we like to call the daily once over. Every day, you must take your horse out of his stall or pasture and examine him from head to toe.