When I was in my early teens I slept on a makeshift bed (a couch actually) that sat onthe small screened-in front porch of ourfarmhouse in Michigan. I only slept therea few times. A farm road fronted the porch and occasional cars or trucks passed by. Did the drivers noticeme when I arose from the couch early in themornings clothed in pajamas or a shirt and pants?I didn’t … Continue reading Makeshift Bed by Joseph Buehler