I never look at my odometer, but today it caught my eye as I oozed into my car at the end of a tiring and emotional day. Not the odometer, actually, but the “tripometer”, which I never use or reset. It read “666.0”. Now, I’m not a religious person but my great-grandmother Eubanks was, and she made sure us young’uns knew the significance of that number. Ill omen. Bad sign. Mark of the Beast. Signal…
