There's friends and then there's friends. I've been missing summer a bit, so I was looking at some photos from this past summer. I ran across the "snake in my car" picture from one of my family swimming excursions. Steve Hudson, my personal snake handler proved to be a real friend on that day. He spent a good hour retrieve a large black snake form my suburban.
The moral of the story is . . . . "there's friends and then there's friends" and snakes end up in the strangest of places.
