A Very Rough Draft of Jim Harstad’s Memoir, ON HE RODE — Chapter Forty

“I don’t want to drink all your dad’s beer,” I tell Mardi. “Don’t worry about it. He stocked up for you.” “Appreciate it.” “Thought you would. My suggestion. Wanted to get you talking.” “Bet you’re sorry now.” “Au contraire. I’m on the edge of my seat. You’ve got the prayer to say before the first … Continue reading A Very Rough Draft of Jim Harstad’s Memoir, ON HE RODE — Chapter Forty