This is today’s offering by Bob Dvorak.

It was a moderately typical blinding, mid-winter, Northeast snowstorm. I pulled into a turnout and decided to wait out the worst of it. My bud and I had sandwiches and Gatorade left over from the competition; as long as we could stay warm without running the engine too much we’d do fine.

About forty-five minutes went by before we saw some friendly-looking headlights coming up the road behind us. As the truck went by, we could read its painted sides — “Word of God Publishing Company”.

“Ah!” I exclaimed. “We’re gonna follow that guy!”

“Because you think he has extra protection?”

“No. That’s the psalter truck.”