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When My Mother Learned to Drive or Adding Insult to Injury

The story so far: It was 1975. My father was drunk. My father drove his car through a doctor's waiting room.There. Now you are all caught up.As a reporter, I write a lot of stories about a lot of people. As a reporter in a small town, I write a lot of stories about a lot of people that I know, because in a small town, everybody knows everybody, or at least it seems that way. So if you read this p...

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