Too late, but right on time
Cold misty rain wet my sleeve as I rolled down the driver’s side window. Who knew that 9:30 was too late to arrive for a 12 pm Clemson football game? I leaned my head out and desperately hollered at one of the thousands of football fans in the parking lot. “Hey! Is spot 445 down there somewhere?” One wide eyed and confused tailgater reached for her friend’s sleeve and tugged it to get her attention. She wanted to help but…