My father. Well, you can't choose 'em. Isn't that what they say? But don't get me wrong. I would. Almost always. More often than not. # If my mother...
We drove out to the country. This parody of a romantic Sunday drive. Me in one car, her in the other. Her maybe or maybe not knowing I was there. And...
I had my luck. I embraced it. I carried my coin – or bottle opener/pen/paper clip/screwdriver - everywhere I went. And it really seemed as if my luck...