You can spend half of your time alone, but you also have to be in service, or you get a little funny.
We had just pushed back from the dinner table when we heard a horn honking out front. Maybe I read something in Pete O’Neal’s body language that wasn’t really there. But when you’re a fugitive do you ever stop being jumpy?
In my neighborhood, a honking horn is no cause for concern. It usually means someone hasn’t figured out how to use the car alarm. When you’re in the African bush, though, miles from any paved road, surrounded by mud and grass huts, living as Africans have lived for centuries, and you’re the only one who owns a vehicle, a honking horn gets your attention.
Someone wanted to get to ...