I passed by a restaurant called Croaker’s Spot today and it triggered a Charles memory I had forgotten.
My husband and I were dining at this popular Southern eatery when we got a call from Charles.
He was lost. That was not a shock. Charles had a lousy sense of direction and he couldn’t find his way out of a cardboard box with a GPS. The trouble was, he could not tell us exactly where he was and he texted us the wrong address and we ended up in a parking lot searching for him. We called and called. No … Read more...