Riding around with a Zane Grey

What I choose to read or listen to is a bit like deciding what I want to eat. Sometimes I crave sweets. Other times some good barbecue is worth the drive.

This summer’s reading time was limited because a newborn grandbaby had a way of keeping arms (and my heart) occupied, darn it.

In the evenings though, I would slip off from the Rollins family and have an hour or so to decompress. I’d catch my brea…