08/20/14 - 8:13am
The Ricks Ranch
1999, North Nikiski, Alaska
“I’m going up to see if the blueberries are ripe. Be right back,” I told Bob. I jumped in my old green Thunderbird that Bob called the Green Bean Machine.
I drove up past the blueberry patch just around the corner from our house, turned around and stopped on the side of the road, leaving the car running and the door open.