I Found A Tracker Hidden Under My Car After My Son-In-Law Worked On It. I Didn’t Confront Him. I Let It Ride North — And Waited For The Call.

More importantly, it wouldn’t give me the chance to turn the tables and show David exactly what happens when you underestimate a woman who survived six decades of men thinking they’re smarter than she is.

I looked at Richard’s picture on the mantelpiece, the one where he’s holding a fish from our anniversary trip to Lake Tahoe. Richard had been good continue reading …