That’s what the guy in Prague told me when I drove the bajillion miles to fill up my uncle’s Chevy truck. I thought Sure, I’ll do that. And when I get back to the farm, I’m gonna make that old salt box look good too.
I took the salt box on a nice, slow rotation. It held me more snugly than it did when I was seven. Some things become more affectionate with age. I’m sure that old salt lick did more for me than I did for it.
