Mike Pearson's Adventures on a Pale Blue Dot

Repent all ye sinners, said the blind man to the Bullfrog. Mama and the Old Man packed ratty suitcases and a few cardboard boxes into Mama's new car. The Old Man did what he did best, cursing up a blue streak and smelling extra pungent with all the unusual physical activity. Mama was holding back on outright crying, and just mumbled words of disbelief as she packed the car up.  Mama hid her secret horde of cash deep in her best suitcase.  The Old Man had his lesser stash of dollars and coins stuffed into three unwashed socks.  He placed the socks cash carefully at the bottom of a cardboard box that held other unwashed clothes and a collection of girlie magazines. Mama had completely forbidden the Old Man from driving her nice shiny new car.  It was a small point of resistance anyways, as he had lost his license last year, due to a misunderstanding about intoxication and belligerence. But today, she didn't have it in her to drive. She gave the keys to the miserable o...