The wheels on the bus go 'round and 'round

"You lie," the note from my friend said. "You said you were in Montana. If that were the case, you would have stopped in to see us."

Immediately, as I often do, without thought, I shot back a reply. Afterwards, I began thinking. Was I flippant? I certainly did not mean to be. I had sent what I felt at the moment was an explanation. On later consideration, I felt I had sent a poor excuse.

True, I had popped my head in the door and John wasn't there. I only had a five-minute window of time. I was with my cousin on the way from Harlem to Great Falls. Oh, I am guilty of poor planning all the way a...