Oh, great. Here comes my nephew, Mikie. He is playing at the other end of the school gym. [The kid’s always surrounded by an entourage. Totally popular. Clearly, we are not related.] “Is she your grandmother?” Nosey Kid asks Mikie as he skips in my direction. So, let’s be clear: “She” is “me.” ME?! [Really? […]
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Right. So this is it. It is 110 degrees outside. And I am walking on the side of the road to the gas station that is 2 minutes away. My muffler fell out of my car on the off-ramp of the highway. It sounded like a boulder exploded. And then, dragging metal. I am wearing […]
