Potato chip Stories

The next week, just before Tuesday noon, as usual, I arrived at William's for our ritual romp with a view but also to see his finished deck. Crossing the Narrows Bridge, I reflected on how it once collapsed in a wind storm, an ominous premonition. Am I being followed? Have I covered everything? I’ll pull off the road and see if anyone else does. Stopping at a gas station, I went through my pedantic circumspection checklis...