My brief time with Miles began with a groundhog. To be more specific, it began when that groundhog ran in front of Miles' bicycle about 17 miles south of Columbia. That accident created a strange story, which created a strange text message, which led to my very strange meeting with Miles.
COLUMN: Couch surfing in the deep end
Tuesday, August 10, 2010 | 12:01 a.m. CDT
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