First, it’s the guy selling his hair on eBay for a ton of cash; then the group of cheese factory workers (who are practically our neighbors) that walk away with the record breaking Powerball jackpot; now I hear that a guy who drives on the same stretch of highway I do literary runs into hundreds of dollars. Why don’t these things ever happen to me? How can it be? Or better yet, where was I when money was flying around in the middle of a Wisconsin highway? That’s what I asked when I heard that Ted Neitzke was driving to … Continue reading →