Well, it's a sad day in the Wells' household...Big Red has finally left us after almost 13 years. He was driven down the street by a guy named Mike and parked as if teasing us across the street and three houses down. Lots of memories in Old Red. Driving back and forth to Starkville, Red's ONE wreck, moving things to our first apartment, hunting trips, moving things to Natchez, taking Mason fishing, being at the camp, the boys playing in the bed of the truck...memories, memories. Patrick has been very gloomy today since Red pulled away, he says there will never be another like him. Though we are sad, we wish Big Red well in his future adventures.
