Jerome

MY SMALL SPORTY car lifted as I removed the bag of dirt from the trunk.

"Wimp," I told it, giving it the side eye. If I planned to be a full-time resident of Pelican Bay, I needed something different.

A Jeep or a truck. I’d seen plenty of trucks in the small town, but I wasn’t sure I was a truck guy. In New York you wanted speed and curves and anything that cost a ridiculous amount of money. In my new part of the country, they respected ...