A Stone's Throw Away

A tale of good aim and bad decisions.

When I was a little kid, my friends and I threw stones at cars to pass the time. I don't mean we sidled up to the edge of the economy parking at the airport and did our best John Elway at the parked cars. That would be bad enough, but no. We stood poised on a side street, conveniently obscured by the tree line, anxiously awaiting the next car to drive by so we could hurl whatever rocks we found along the road in its general direction.