Two Minutes Dead, One-Eyed Barnaby Alive: When Family Love Becomes a Bill

I died for two minutes on the shoulder of a frozen highway. The only thing that brought me back wasn’t the paramedics—it was a one-eyed mutt named Barnaby refusing to let me go.

My name is Russ, and for thirty years, I was a ghost on the interstate. I was one of those guys you pass on the I-80 without a second glance—a big silhouette in the cab of an continue reading …