About 4:20 A.M., Wednesday, January 2, 2013 I topped the hill on US Route 220 just North of Old Fields. Reasonably bright eyed and bushy tailed, a medium cup of Sheetz Breakfast Blend coffee in my hand, my day was starting OK. No traffic behind or in front, but a glow of oncoming headlights in the dip ahead for which I’d soon have to hit my dimmer a glint, left side, moving. A deer’s eye, body dark as the background against which she stood.
Coming out. I got off the gas, on the brake gently. We were going to meet