Knoxville Blues
The sign says Smokey Bill’s Home for Wayward Reptiles. Dad and I dart through tall grass, dodge alligators grown fierce and left to wither in parking lots. Clumsy tortoises lumber by. We’re rehoming Freddy Furcifer for a one-time fee. Tears run down Dad’s cheeks as he unhooks the cage from the Buick’s back seat. A lizard on a leash. He’s… Read more →