CHICAGO -- At 11:17 p.m. last night, I got a call from Steph. Since I was tucked in to bed with a 6:00 a.m. wake-up time looming, I didn't answer and diverted the call to voicemail. The phone twinkled with a left message and I proceeded with my slumbering.
I checked the message this morning, hoping for a great tale of bizarre dead animal plane cargo or moose attacks, and listened with waning interest as Steph explained to a stranger where the public bulletin boards in Homer are, with respect to the town stop sign.
